Exhibition: The GPS has no idea where I am going!
"The GPS has no idea where I am going!" is a curated exhibition at Artsite Gallery, showing from the 1st to 23rd April 2017.
Venue: Artsite Gallery
Address: 165 Salisbury Rd, Camperdown, Sydney 2050
Date: 1st - 23rd April 2017
Time: 11am - 5pm, Wednesday to Sunday
Ticket: Free
Web: http://www.artsite.com.au/whats-on-now-calendar.php#0417
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EMail: info@artsite.com.au
Call: 02 8095 9678
Address: 165 Salisbury Rd, Camperdown, Sydney 2050
Date: 1st - 23rd April 2017
Time: 11am - 5pm, Wednesday to Sunday
Ticket: Free
Web: http://www.artsite.com.au/whats-on-now-calendar.php#0417
: https://www.facebook.com/Artsite/
EMail: info@artsite.com.au
Call: 02 8095 9678
"The GPS has no idea where I am going!" is a curated exhibition culled from Artsite Gallery's Call to Artists over recent months. Preview and purchase from 11am Saturday 1st April. Official opening 3pm Sunday 2nd April.
Exhibiting Artists include: David Asher Brook, Kerwayne Berry, Nicole Eggers, Mo Orkisewski, Lynne Sung, Judy Trick, and Madeleine Tuckfield-Carrano.
The GPS is held responsible for everything that is out of place in the twenty first century: the weather, the lost USB and the keys that aren"t where they were left. It"s the ultimate go-to guru when all else fails.
It listens with stillness and attention to cathartic rants on life, the universe, and other travellers; to singing that should be left in the shower, rudeness, accolades and all the why, what, when, and where on earth queries that occupy daily life.
It rarely answers the question, is too polite to contradict, and, when completely bamboozled, may profoundly and very politely request that you complete a U-turn, when it is safe to do so.
Exhibiting Artists include: David Asher Brook, Kerwayne Berry, Nicole Eggers, Mo Orkisewski, Lynne Sung, Judy Trick, and Madeleine Tuckfield-Carrano.
The GPS is held responsible for everything that is out of place in the twenty first century: the weather, the lost USB and the keys that aren"t where they were left. It"s the ultimate go-to guru when all else fails.
It listens with stillness and attention to cathartic rants on life, the universe, and other travellers; to singing that should be left in the shower, rudeness, accolades and all the why, what, when, and where on earth queries that occupy daily life.
It rarely answers the question, is too polite to contradict, and, when completely bamboozled, may profoundly and very politely request that you complete a U-turn, when it is safe to do so.