Art in Christchurch

Melbourne was a surreal city. The people moved around the streets in jitters, like they were people that weren't quite whole, like there were a few different realities converging in the streets of Melbourne, and on the trains and roads with cars that shimmered in and out of existence. I knew this before I arrived in Melbourne.

(I had wandered into an art gallery in Christchurch, New Zealand and saw videos of Melbourne in the Daniel Crooks: everywhere instantly exhibition, just before I flew to Melbourne. Soon I should actually begin to explore Melbourne and see if it really is like the videos.

Christchurch's art in public places was a little bit stranger.. In the main square existed a giant purple sperm with a bed inside it, and outside the Arts Centre, a petrol engine memorial park, with cars due to die draped in wreaths of dead leaves.)