I wrestled with where to put this piece for the last few weeks. It was originally going to go on the railing of an overpass near my house where it would be seen clearly by all the traffic that comes up over the rise heading north or south on Pascoe Vale road.
But I wrestled with that. The question is, what do I want to attain by doing this? Is it just another form of brand recognition? So, while I was wandering around the back laneways of Moonee Ponds, today, in between buying milk and grabbing some DVD's from the video shop, I pondered this a bit. The main strip of course was its usual bustling, retail self. Overflowing with beautiful people reading papers and having coffee, and walking their dogs, and corralling their kids. While I wandered up and down the bluestone laneways behind all this prosperity, all of a sudden, there, standing huddled together on a patch of gravel in a red brick Cul-de- sac, was a man and a woman, with what looked like some Bourbon and cola cans with straws in them, lighting cigarettes against the wind.
And so I knew where this piece had to go. In a doorway where very few people would ever see it. And it was the most satisfying thing I have done this week.
