Powerhouse Museum Meets Sydney Water:: A (Quick) Giveaway

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Right now (until November 6) there's an interactive exhibition at the Powerhouse Museum showcasing five new , tap™ bottle designs that were created by artists in collaboration with Sydney Water.

It looks like a fun exhibit, and one that's really hands on. In my book, they're the best kind, when I get to participate and have fun - while learning. Win:Win. Plus it's showcasing the work of local artists - and that in itself is ace.

To get more people drinking tap water, tap™ invited the community to help design their new bottle. Participants were asked to use their bottle designs to show why sustainability is important to them.

From the submissions, the five most popular were selected, as voted by the tap™ Facebook community. These as going in to production as a limited edition series of 2000, and given away to the public via a fortnightly Tappyhour competition on the tap™ Twitter page. The competition is running until Christmas. 

If you'd like to check out the exhibition - I've got 5 double passes + 10 bottles to give away. 

This means that you can visit the exhibition AND be more sustainable by drinking tap water and not buying plastic bottles. It's Win:Win:Win. 

If you'd like to enter, please leave a comment below telling me what's your favourite thing about water.  Think big. Extra points for creativity.

I'll announce the winners on Monday morning at 9am. Tickets will be sent out on Monday night in an overnight bag so I can get you to the altar Powerhouse Museum on time to check out the exhibition before it closes. 

Terms & conditions:

- Entries are open from Friday 2nd November, 8pm until Sunday 4th November, 11:59pm

- Open only to NSW residents (unless you're in town visiting, then by all means enter)

- You must be contactable via email

- There will be five winners. Each winner will receive a double pass to the Powerhouse Museum and two of the limited edition tap bottles. 

Really Exciting News

This is my husband.

His name is Matt.
Sometimes known as PottyMouthPapa.
By day he's a father and a picture framer and about to become a secondary art teacher.
By night he's an artist.

And the super good news is that he's a Dobell Prize for Drawing finalist.

So super duper proud. And excited. And proud. And excited.

Childhood

While Matt's show was happening, all the smalls that were gathered with their parents played out on the street (supervised), chalking, customising masks, and doing what small children should do. Playing.

I loved this snippet of life. Slowed down.

It reminded me of when I was small. We'd play with the neighbourhood kids. Out in the street. Enjoying simple play. Remember running in packs?

I love this photo taken by my friend Bec. A glimpse of it. It's a picture of how childhood should be. That innocence is retained so briefly. It's so fragile and should be preserved.

Tiny playing with two gals she'd never met before, but it all just clicked. So simple and fills my heart. Sigh.

Heading South

It's Matt's exhibition opening tomorrow and I can confidently say, I think we're both pretty darn excited.

Come 3pm we'll clink glasses to celebrate this new solo show.

Perhaps you can come join us? Daytrippers? Yes please! 

Thanks for your kind words. When the chips are down, you sometimes wish the seagulls would descend, whisk you away, and float you up to the clouds to dangle your feet from up there. So your words gave me comfort.

Anyway - back to art. Join us!

Heading South

Many of you may know that my husband, Matthew Kentmann, is an artist.

He's holding his fourth solo show on Saturday 5th November.

We'd be ever so chuffed if you'd care to join us:

loft gallery
5 Banyette Street
Bowral
Saturday 5th November
3pm

Daytrippers are absolutely welcome.

CrackerJACKS!

Who turned up the heat? Who? Sheesh! It is hawt. Ridiculously so.

Sweltering Sydney. Rainy one day, stinking hot the next.

There you go Clover, there's our new marketing campaign. I am so hawt I am sweating up a storm, and it's not even a glow, it's more a wilted flower sweaty betty-ness.

This afternoon the smalls are in the bath. Fighting over soap. Who woulda thunk it? We don't have soap in the bath often. Might sound weird, but with eczema in the family we tend to use QV Oil or Alpha Keri. So they're fighting over a beautiful block of handmade soap. It smells so good I will not disturb them!

Tonight we're heading out to Joe Frost's Drawing & Painting show at Watters Gallery. Joe is a swell guy, so if you get a chance to check out his show, do. If you come along, say hello. I'll be the one doing circus tricks with two sweaty but sweet smelling smalls.

Drawings:: China Heights Gallery

My Husband Is An Artist

I haven't posted about it previously, but I'm telling you now, pop a diary note in and save the date.

My husband is an artist and he's having a show. He's of the old school, beautiful charcoal and graphite nudes. He can mix it with the best of them.

Perhaps you like art? Perhaps you'd like to come? Perhaps, perhaps, you might be looking for something to adorn your walls?

Then put this date in your dear diary.

Friday October 2 (show continues until October 7)

6:30-9:00pm

China Heights Gallery

Polka Dot Kerrrazy!

Merde! Blogger is once again at it, rotating my photos. I've tried rectifying the situation, but to no avail, so my friends, turn your head instead.

Today we went to the MCA to see The Mirrored Years by Yayoi Kusama. I was expecting polka dots, and she sure delivered. Spotty mirrors on arrival, spots, spots, spots, and - in my books, you can not fault a good polka dot. The Doctor really dug the mirrored room, and in fact, most of the exhibition (particularly the spotty ultraviolet room - super cool!). We met up with one of my best friends and looked around, enjoyed a chai latte, and then caught the train home.

Fact: The Doctor woke up at 4:30am this morning. Here's cheers to daylight savings ending. Who wakes up at this time by choice? Certainly not me. I'm longing for a sleep in. I've been reminisicing about sleeping in all weekend. These vibes did not rub off on the smalls no matter how many psychic thoughts I put out there.