Ry HASKINGS
Drone on Along
2005
video, mixed media

This video came about after I was sent an image titled A haircut for meetings.

One morning, lying in bed half asleep I saw myself in a long neck skivvy, which was covering my face and I had this haircut.

I imagined I was crawling across a dinner table from one end to the other. Guests were sitting at the table which was set with champagne, gourmet entrees and candle holders.

I had a small sharp knife in each hand and they would occasionally smash a champagne glass. At one point I stopped crawling and raised the knives triumphantly in the air.

I also saw myself using sign language when I reached the end of the table where the camera was but I couldn’t understand what I was signing because I didn’t understand the language.

I think the point was that I eventually will.

Ry Haskings gratefully acknowledges the contribution of Tim Stone, Lisa Radford, Geoff Newton, James Lynch, Daniel Argyle, Kain Pickin, Deb Kunda, Danielle O’Brien, Narelle Desmond, Phil Spinks, Sue Dodd, Montsalvat, Rus Tarbut, Mace Williams and Aya Hatano.

Spinning Shovel Pit
mixed media

One drunken evening, at the end of the night in a small bar in the city, someone collects a large clump of blu tack. It had been propping up a projector that was used earlier in the evening. It was the perfect material. It was flexible and strong and secured the projector into a stable position.

Once the projector was packed safely away the blu tack collector proceeded to stretch the mass of tack into an elongated form, undo their zipper, attach it to their pants then quickly zip up again. The elongated form then hung limply past this person’s knees and was photographed by all those who had digital photo capable mobile phones.

Itza
Mixed media

During a conversation with my friend Scorpio (aka Marco Casino, aka Mark) he used the word 'fithza' and I asked him what it meant. Here is his story.

After the career of Stevie Wright from 60’s rock band The Easybeats ended and he retired, he lost his front teeth.

One day Stevie was sitting down telling a couple of friends about this amazing blow hole he had seen down the coast, somewhere along the Great Ocean Road, and asked them if they would like to go and see it.

They were all keen to go and set off on their journey. Stevie knew exactly where it was and had calculated their arrival at high tide so his friends could see the blow hole in its full glory.

The downer they felt on arriving, to see an ordinary looking pool with some bubbly water was echoed in Stevie’s understatement "Ithza Fithza".