bilateral kellerberrin

The first swift reply has come through, from Nicki, and a very challenging statement/question it is too! I think I will post it here first while I think about it. That way maybe one of you dear readers will help with the answer!

Some context: Nicki visited Kellerberrin for one day only, during my residency – she lives in Melbourne, and works for The South Project, which was sponsoring Cristina’s residency which ran parallel to mine. And so, onto Nicki’s question:
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Now that I am well and truly “away from Kellerberrin” I am in the process of sifting through the mound of stuff that was generated there (namely this blog!).

In an attempt to get to the bottom of it, I thought I’d interview myself online, about what went on, what was interesting about the process, etc etc.
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Bec and I are planning to fly from Perth to Sydney. We are convinced that we can do it alone, in these small, go-cart-like planes. There is a guy advising us, he reckons it will all be fine. But he does suggest taking off the windows to reduce weight. That way we won’t consume so much fuel.

We see other planes fly overhead. Their underbellies seem to be blacked out with Gaffer Tape. We follow suit, turning our planes over, and carefully layering the bottom with lines of black gaff.

I’m worried that the gaff will weigh down the plane, though. I’m also worried about what will happen if we lose each other in mid air. And of course, neither of us have ever flown a plane before…
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Here we are, at the start of the last day of the residency. It’s a day just like any of the other days since April 6th. The difference, obviously, is that today at 4pm our exhibition will open. But that is just another event in a period which has been filled with events. There are lots of things to do before 4pm. But there will be no stressing. There will be no worrying, and there will be no racing around like an idiot to try and get everything “finished”. There will only be taking on each task, one at a time, until the tasks, or the time, runs out.

And then there will be further things that happen, but I know what they are yet.
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It’s 9.35am. Last night I didn’t get to sleep until after four, so this typing is understandably shakey. I stayed up to format all the text from the blog entries, into some sort of printable format. All these pages will be printed out on IASKA’s bubblejet, then photocopied a hundred times on the Pipeline copier. Today, being Friday, is the last day the Pipeline office will be open. So it’s now or never.
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For the first time ever in Kellerberrin, I was up before eight. When Glen dropped off his nail gun shortly after seven, and I was awake and dressed, waiting for him. What was I going to do now? I couldn’t go back to bed. I decided to go for a walk. So here it is: my expedition to The Right Side of the Tracks.
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In my dream I’m up by the time Glen arrives. He’s come to lend me his air compressor and nail gun. It’s dark outside, and snowing. He taps on the side door and we head out to his truck to get the gear. We sit inside the cab while he taps away at a computer trying to get the co-ordinates right. Each time he clicks on a particular function, another one pops up. It seems to be an ongoing problem. By the time my alarm clock rings (in the real world) the dream-Glen has still not solved his computer issues. I reluctantly drag myself out of bed (it’s 6.50am) and put on some coffee while I wait for the real-Glen to pull up.
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I’ve just had a call from Betty Johnson, who said she had a call from the lady last night who has the buttons for me. Someone’s going to drop them off to Betties (the shop) maybe later in the day, but at the moment she can’t get through to the husband of the lady who has the buttons because he’s sleeping, and he’s the one who’s going to drop them off. Or something.

The details were a bit confusing, but the message is the same: the classified ad in the Pipeline took less than 24 hours to deliver a result! Before long, my Keller Volunteer Fire Brigade outfit will be complete (except for shiny shoes, I bet they used to wear nice shiny shoes…)

Pipeline day again! And sadly, for me, the last one. I rolled out of bed and trundled down to the Telecentre to see if my classified ad had been accepted. I was worried they’d think it was too trivial for inclusion. But never fear: the Pipeline’s non-editorial policy held firm, and the ad was published as written. (See Sunday 22 May for the ad itself)…

No calls yet though, about those elusive silver buttons.
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Chris wanted to go back to Old with Style. Last time he was in Keller (April 25), he saw, but did not buy, a small red lacquered table he “needed”. Colin, the proprieter, has a mantra: “If you like it, you should grab it, cos it might not be there next time!” And he was right. Chris had missed out on his table. It’s possible that he then took Colin’s dictum overboard, snapping up a painted-landscape tin table, a lamp with dangly fabric tassles, and the piece de resistance: a whisky decanter that plays “the star spangled banner”.
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