Albert, 67
If you ever get to the lunar world, stand on your tip-toes and crane your neck. You can see one of my sculptures, apparently. I don’t know if that’s true but you definitely can see it on Google Earth, not that I would know how to do that.
I call him Bunny – he’s an enormous pink fibreglass rabbit who I think looks right at home in my wild, planned-but-not-tortured garden. Take a stroll and delight in the other outdoor sculptures – I do every day. And every day I’m grateful.
I’m a maximalist, not a minimalist. Sculpture garden too full? Never. All wall space inside covered with paintings? I think I see a bare square inch. One cannot have too much beauty. On my last big trip, I got off the plane and spent six hours in one museum, then another three in the Sagrada Familia, wondering what it would look like when they finish it. Gaudi started work on it a mere 137 years ago, so it’s probably too early to tell.
Back home, I get to swoon over luxurious fabrics, wallpaper, braid and curtains. That’s what happens in my work as an interior designer where every job is unique and original. I sell good taste, and if you have it too, I will get a little thrill when we start the job (but if you have vertical blinds, then we’re probably not going to get on).
After work, I could – and sometimes do – go to the Melbourne Concert Hall or State Theatre every night. Did I say too much was never enough? I have been known to nod off during a performance occasionally, but what a serenade! I also host private concerts for my closest friends. The in-house performances are so cosy and intimate.
Entertaining for twelve or fourteen in ‘The Gallery’ (that’s what my friends call my house) never gets old. I have room though for one more canvas – a richly coloured, perhaps imperfectly sealed, maybe even unfinished piece. One that will move and change with me, just as the garden keeps maturing, and the sculptures rust, soften and age with grace. One who will grow with me.
What I’m looking for
Not quite a polar opposite, but a south to my east, or a north to my west. Someone settled, or even starting out in a different, cerebral field where numbers, data, facts, or people are the focus. I thought Dustin Martin was a country singer, but I don’t care if you like sport. I might even come along with you.
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