Disorder Disorder, Installation View, Penrith Regional Gallery, Sydney (2010)
This year I turn forty. You might be wondering where I am at
with my mid-life crisis. Right on track, so it seems. A small Cockney accented
man has taken residence in my head. He asks me one question “What’s it all for
then, eh?” Sharing the space is the world’s most boring forensic accountant who
is doing an inventory of my achievements and financial affairs. I am getting a
D.
What happened with the expansivness of thinking that
characeterised the last decade of my life? Gone. I pen imaginary Letters to My Teenage
Self. In them I discourage myself from Following My Dreams.
I am as bored as you are by my status anxiety. Where’s my
sense of gratitude right? The thing is I feel it and even express it everyday.
It only works half the time. The other
half of the time I am wondering whether I should take up pottery. The many
faces of Brendan Hunltley speak to me.
