It’s brickells in your undies, in a cyclone, on Pot Rock at high tide. It’s life as art. It’s not conceding to the disease of convention. It’s bric-pics on the Desert Road and energy activated by pots jiggling and grinding together in the back of the van, energising you and your purpose as an outlier, an outlaw, a pirate!
It transcends everything you thought being an artist was. It transcends everything you thought you knew about anything. It transcends the need to transcend. It reinvents the art world so we can stop rubbing each other’s bumholes.
It’s not the thing but how.
It’s never over.
BRICKELL BRAC Book Coming Soon!!
Brickell Brac: a bricolage of impermanent imperfection is as instructive as it is liberating, irrepressibly funny and filled to the brim with surprise and possibility.
Inspired in essence by groundbreaking New Zealand potter Barry Brickell, Brickell Brac is itself an experiment in breaking ground – carried forward with an ever-flexing band of artists and makers across Aotearoa.
Observed, experienced, and recorded from the inside, the book traces the wild adventures of the Brickell Brac crew alongside the author’s own wrestlings with writing, making, and letting go. Featuring disparate stylistic contributions from the participants of this silly art movement, Brickell Brac becomes a celebration of collaboration in all its abundance.
Created with extremely serious silliness, Brickell Brac happens when expectations, boundaries, and preconceived ideas about what art can and should be are stripped away.
It’s brickells in your undies, in a cyclone, on Pot Rock at high tide. It’s not conceding to the disease of convention. It’s a bricolage of impermanent imperfection. It’s life as art.
It’s not the thing but how.
“Gnarly magnificence. Brightness, good humour and spirit(s) aplenty.” – Greg O’Brien
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Day 1: Thursday. A chicken dance AI agenda. Can you identify any risks? Let’s go build something with a nail gun. A giant chicken? A barricade? A raft? The palpable relief that comes with purpose. Holly is nailing it. The clouds move in all directions. A bit like us...
