Entered the studio after spending a day at the Museum of Contemporary Art. Decided I would like to spend more of my days in museums, libraries and parks.

Arrive at 3pm and on the way to the studio I see a very weary witch walking home with a broomstick. On the lawns outside Sydney College of the Arts a wedding party is having photos taken. Bright white lace up against old sandstone. Purity of white, the stability of stone and the reality of a mental asylum. Listening to Chad VanGaalens’ ‘Flower Gardens’ on repeat. I like the staccato of the stutter.

Listened to BBC Arts and Ideas podcast while walking through Jubilee park in Glebe. Philip Dodd spoke with Tudo Historian David Starkey who made an interesting observation about how identity will be invented for you unless you take up the reins yourself. Also listened to ceramic artist Grayson Perry discuss how contemporary artists will step over craftmanship and beauty in a rush to produce something new. I felt a little ashamed about my own art practice and its lack of craft, but then I realised that my practice of producing nothing is quite an acquired and perfected craft that I have been practising for decades.

Arrived at Sydney College of the Arts at dusk. Spent most of the day sitting in the park attempting to put words to paper. On the way here I passed an old man on the footpath. He was sternly shaking his fist at the other side of the road. There was nobody there. Maybe he tripped on that side of the road once.

Purchased an Imagewall by Compuvision at Mitchell Road Aucitons with Kenzie Larsen and James Brown. The Imagewall consists of nine televisions that stack together to form a wall and an old school computer that converts one image to display across the nine televisions. Couldn’t get it to work.

Slightly unsettled by daylight saving. Played an old piano outside the sculpture studios before coming in. The keys kept on sticking. Played guitar in the morning. Added a new combination of four chords to my four chord combination repertoire.

Bill Henson featured in the Good Weekend. David Marr treading softly softly. Boring read about the whole Henson event that says nothing and explains less. I still might buy his book but I will wait to be impressed by his Sydney Ideas talk.

Repressive heat today. I felt like I was walking through a chocolate milkshake that had been left in the oven. I saw Mount Eerie and Lucky Dragons last night at Paddington Uniting Church. Incredible music. Odd venue. Lucky Dragons had stangers tickling and tapping each others hands as they were wired up to something, generating tones. The whole evening was sublime.

There was a man wearing an orange helmet hanging outside my window this morning. Window cleaning. I remembered abseiling as a child. Walking down a cliff face. Facing the ground beneath me. It was as if the world had turned sideways.

Read an essay over coffee by Judith Brett in the recent Monthly that said that the transition from Howard to Rudd is not about ideologies or new national narratives but is instead about the mechanics of managing a nation and finding solutions of complex policy problems. Maybe Brett is heralding a cultural change in Australia involving less talking about shit that needs to be done and more doing the shit that needs to be done. Although Rudd’s FuelWatch and GroceryWatch both provide a lot of talk and little tangible action. Perhaps in this informationalist economy (Castells 1996) the simple provision of information is the greatest action. Conceptual art has entered the market economy.