Here’s a sneak peek of my bid to be at Sculpture by the Sea next year. The hungover bear staggers to the toilet, sits, and falls off. Repeat. Any suggestions on what to call it?
Or what about some performance art? I climb out of my thongs, into the street furniture – and then emerge from Lamonts’ front door, and repeat.
Unlike gerbalism, being an artist really takes it out of you. Here are some morning-after selfies when I’ve been struggling with materials.
Mind you, art is far more lucrative. Imagine how much I’ll get for my bear!