To pitch my tent with no prosy plan, R.W. Service," A Rolling Stone," 1912

Articulate Gallery with its elegant length and breath was an excellent camping ground for these artists to play. HANGOVER: Summer of ‘68 by Wilson and Collier immediately immersed me in a cathedral of floating orange and brown caravan park nostalgia. I'd seen the invite online I was keen.

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Did I mention I've got a thing for camping. Not the hiking kind or the no mattress kind. More the powered site,  gas cooker,  esky,  bag of ice in the morning kind. 

I'd camped alongside these somewhat aged, glamorous beauties in the early 80s.  All the people who owned them seemed tanned and cool. Their tents were filled with years of camping equipment and their owners had got it down to a fine art.   


As I wandered through, I relied on my spider-person senses to detect and dodge the camping grounds potential trip lines and garrottes. Mental note *high heels and red wine dull the senses. Must switch to gin and tonic with ugg boots.


Did I mention I like building tents. Hoisting canvas and poles, whacking in pegs, securing ropes and building extensions with tarps. I always feel brave when I start a build. Tasting the air, waiting for the inevitable terse words.

Here I wanted to hunker down under the deconstructed tent and pull up a little folding chair. I felt lusty, slowly taking in aluminium tent poles with their curved elbow joints. My eyes wandered up seams to take in straight tight ropes pulling on brass eyelets. My camper's heart skipped a beat. They don't make them like that anymore.

I imagined this in my Kevin McCloud Grand Designs fantasy home, my own adult blanket fort. Installed throughout my fantasy sunroom or atrium... Nice :)


I imagined it in my attached fantasy orchard and gardens, during summer with a picnic..blissssss


I had tent envy bad. I wanted that one, in that amazing space, so we could grow old together.

Articulate Project Space,  497 Parramatta Rd, Leichhardt. NSW