"...it was just after the time I'd been
working for Barry Brickell..."
Today I went with Richard (of RBB) and Shelley to The Dowse in Lower Hutt (not my favourite city - even Sodom was better). You know how I feel about galleries like The Dowse and I have to say that today I wasn't disappointed. Most of the space was given up to some guy called Gavin Hipkins.
|An example of Gavin's crap.|
Shelley said there was some pottery upstairs. Pottery = cups and saucers, vases, bottles and jugs trying to pass as art.
I said to Richard (of RBB), "It won't be the real thing unless we can find something by Barry Brickell.
Then I found his name!
And then a picture!
I thought, "They must have at least one example of his work here!"
And then I found Barry's name again!
AND THEN THE JACKPOT!
A jug that Barry had made!
And handy if you're having a cup of tea and need something to put the milk in.
Okay, pottery has dated badly since the 1970s, when crooked looking kitchenware was in, but at least Barry's jug has a purpose.
He could teach Gavin bloody Hipkins a thing or two!