Shane Haseman / Mitchel Cumming – Jewel Case

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Camperdown, Saturday June 4rd
At nine o’clock I went to the meeting of the Committee. I met with the architect once more, and K_, both of them old comrades. We remained there until one o’clock, looking at the exhibition of minimalist paintings by Vit-Kulle, a Dutch/Swedish duo. I was attracted to their discrete colour fields and impersonal variation on the frame. We broke for a long lunch at a restaurant next door that overlooked an oval where men played Rugby and chanted monosyllabic war songs at each games conclusion. I made a good impression on the leg of lamb and carafe of house vodka. I felt perfectly content and free – bordering perhaps on smug – as I sat gazing through the window pane at the passersby, some of whom were making their way to the muted exhibition. We said our goodbyes’ at seven o’clock in the evening, and I wished K_ all the best with his Fourierism. In good spirits I decided to skip the train and instead walk, heading first through the babel and dereliction of Parramatta Rd before cutting through the university campus. The ambiance shifted abruptly as the ceremony of the Quadrangle’s south-east corner came into vision. Lit in the foreground, overlooked by the quad’s collegiate gothic, appeared a plain brick column. Affixed to the column were the names of forgotten and future lovers competing for the affection of passing strangers. I noted down a date as my appetite returned.

SHANE HASEMAN / MITCHEL CUMMING
Jewel Case
3/6-12/6/16