it's mixed media post modernist wank.

- molly springfield

an art critic is going blind. last night i watched her say that she'd rather die.

i think i agree with her.

i wonder if she'd feel the canvas and stick her fingers in the paints and try and work out what the sculptures looked like with her body. i would.

my dad is colourblind. this reminds me of the song by the dresden dolls. also the song by counting crows. also this girl i used to be crazy about, who said she was so sorry to hear it, that he'd never see the colours, that all the reds and greens of the world would be dead to him.

i thought she was being melodramatic.
but then again, she was always melodramatic.

i'm off to pine the ridiculously expensive word artsy book. fuck you, ngv shop.