I find myself in the swamplands of Collingwood a few times a week but its not often that I visit the galleries unless its a friend's show. When I'm not at work, I'm with the kids. They beg for the park not contemporary art. But I might make an exception for this one. I have had it up to pussies bow measuring out my time like a Queen Street lawyer. I want to cut loose. Which is maybe why these works by Biviano speak to me. Books and music: they have a whiff of leisure, selection and taxonomy that remind me that summer and lazy days are on their way.