THE best things in life are free. Money doesn't buy happiness.
Cliches are one of my most hated uses of the English language.
Primarily because 100% of the time, they are true.
However, last week, I had an entire day to burn and I achieved the impossible: entertaining myself without spending a cent.
After shooting some hoops, climbing Radar Hill and driving around Barney Point, I moved onto the next logical free activity: the art gallery.
A current exhibition left me both bewildered and entertained.
Past Present Future is a psychedelic experience, for lack of a better summary.
I sat upon a corduroy couch for the better part of two hours, entranced by art rage.
I walked out of the art gallery only to return a couple of hours to try and redigest with fresh eyes.
I've never claimed to be an art aficionado but sometimes I think art is better when you don't understand it.
A bit like the opposite sex.
The synopsis of Past Present Future reads: "The evolving use of moving images within the art world ... these works push into the realms of moving images, stills, sounds and digital imagery - highlighting making art through to the now common use of film, both video and digital, and the manipulation of it."
Credit where credit is due, it certainly pushed my realms - realms I didn't know existed, and I wouldn't call myself conservative by any means.
For contextual purposes, I will describe one of the clips I viewed.
In distorted technicolour, a group of about eight young girls in tutus run into the frame and line up in a straight row.
They all bend over and begin giggling.
Upon exiting the frame, the audience is left with a screen filled with a neat row of droppings, to put it in a polite way.
That was it. A constant reel of clips such as that.
The fact that I'm still thinking about it almost a week later tells me it was an effective piece of art, even if I don't know what the hell is was meant to mean.
I would encourage any slightly open-minded, creative soul or bored youngster to swing by and check it out.