Dark Mofo may be MONA FOMA’s younger and darker sibling festival, but as far as favouritism goes, keep me in the dark.
I spent the period of time between June 13th and 23rd, 2013, crushing harder than ever before on my beautiful new city. Ryoji Ikeda’s overwhelming Spectra installation became the town’s new obsession. People loved it. People probably hated it, too, but I don’t really talk to those people. Because I loved it.
“Imagine a tower of pure, white light, reaching fifteen kilometres into the Hobart sky above the Domain.
At the base of the tower, forty-nine custom-made Xenon searchlights are set into the ground in a seven-by-seven grid;
combined, they point a fleshless finger at our town straight down, it seems, from some sort of imagined, omniscient seat in the sky.
Sine waves – the purest kind of sound wave – form invisible sonic patterns at the base; your movement alters their composition in a way that only you can specify. Indeed, your experience is unlike your friends’, or anyone else’s at all. Now, stop imagining, and wait until nightfall.”
I am off work with preposterously bad back pain that near to ruined my hetero lifemate’s visit last week. Thank goodness we were more excited about seeing each other than me playing tour guide, because we ended up on the couch at home most of the time! I did manage to get behind the wheel again on the weekend for a trip out to Willie Smith Cider’s open day (a stunning winter day in the Huon)…
Willie Smiths on a Winter Sunday
But by today I’ve already said goodbye to them with a sore heart and am doing what I can to focus on getting my back to heal. This includes:
1. Sitting around on the couch (yet not slouching, with my back supported, and my body full of pain medication) in my pyjamas (for comfort’s sake)
2. ducking out for something delicious to eat because I can’t hang out standing up in the kitchen long enough to prepare something before my back starts to hurt too much
hand cut beetroot pappadelle with goat ragu, topped with crumbled goat cheese and fresh herbs
3. visiting the physio and being rigged up to an interesting contraption that’s steadily zapping me with electric pulses/amps/something/whatever/science
uh ok I guess
In the afternoon I take delivery of a stick blender and prepare for the ensoupening of winter (I carry through on this threat with great aplomb). I’m also start to plan the itinerary for how I’m going to tackle the Dark Mofo festival and all its delights (and I definitely unlock this achievement in the following week). I also also laugh at my cat taking issue with the weather, though it’s my favourite kind.
but you are a jellyfish