I want to first acknowledge the Bunurong people, the Traditional Custodians of the land on which I study and reside. I pay my respects to their elders past, present, and emerging and acknowledge that sovereignty was never ceded. The land on which I write this text always was and always will be Aboriginal Land.
Moddpodge is a creative. He’s an artist, studying to be a curator. Has a soft spot for wine and an even softer spot for beer. He enjoys fine art, exhibitions primarily, but all things art in Melbourne, and bound by the fixed frame and single gear cog of his deadly scrambler he’ll do the tough slog of visiting and writing on Melbourne exhibition openings, so you don’t have to. Naturally, he’ll be fuelled by beer and wine. By no means is he a celebrated writer or critic, or even a known artist, he’s just some moderately funny art student guy whose parents probably wish he’d stop getting tattooed and studied finance or some bullshit.
I asked myself what my first blog post would be and due to my self-obsession, I wanted to do a character description of Moddpodge (me) as a way for you guys, my readers, to get to know me without knowing me. It will allow those of you who choose to visit such shows I may be at to recognise me on the night. I want it to be a hint or clue for my audience, kind of like how serial killers leave behind a trail, a series of signs or gestures prompting a chase, except I’m not Kevin Spacey and this isn’t David Fincher’s 1995 film, Seven.This is an inaugural blog post detailing my appearance, such as; the clothes I would most likely be wearing (black jeans, black overshirt and a green bomber jacket), how my hair would be styled (brown hair, styled like Liam Gallagher), how tall I am (5’10”), what my facial features are like (handsome with a ginger moustache), what I would most likely be drinking or holding on the night (wine, notepad and pen), what cologne I would be wearing (Tom Ford ‘Tuscan Leather’), what kind of bike I’d be riding (black berlin frame, white French wheels and no lights because someone stole them), possible people I’d be interacting with (the bartender), who I’d be accompanied by (hopefully a really hot date, realistically just myself though), I could go on for ages… but I’ll save that for next week.