Chilled blains and all, Nan & Pop soak up the sun at the Lagoon in Cairns with an ice cool shandy. It’s one of their favourite spots. Who knows how, but Pop’s gone from real-estate mogul to world renowned artiste. His plan to get their holiday snaps into a gallery has worked. Did he slip everyone a moggy?
“It’s Mardi Gras time Pop, how FABULOUS!! I LOVE Mardi Gras and hanging out with all them fun queens, I’m quite ardamant about it”
“It sure is a good time, we always have fun. Gotta show them homoyped phobes how to have good time aye Nan.”
“Too right Pop, who needs them boring farts, when you can be ART like us, it’s so excitement. TANKS – how ritzy mitzy. Pop you really rock!”
“Nan, it’s not the rock, it’s the roll”
And it was just like that – Pop does a deal and the next thing their holiday snaps are whacked on the TANKS gallery wall. Art imitates life more than life imitates art…
For crying out loud Pop, your’e an an artiste now!! You’ve slipped our snaps into an artsy fartsy gallery for Mardi Gras, and I LOVE a bloody Mardi Gras!!
“Nan, I really believe there are things nobody would see if I didn’t photograph them”
“Pop… if you get wanky on me I’ll give you a good clip around the ears”
“The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance”
CRACK. And with one foul swoop, Nan gives Pop a clip around the ears.
“Nan, every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures”
“Pop- I think that’s a horse of an entirely different colour”
“We’ve passed a lot of water under the bridge.”