This poor plinth, one pillar of the art world, was found hiding in the bin behind the Australian Centre for Contemporary Art (ACCA). Maybe this itself was an artist's installation, which the saving of the poor plinth ruined (one need only place the dumpster and it's contents inside the gallery, and of course be an artist, for such to become art). Be that as it may, this plinth and its surrounds bewitched us with the presence of Robert Morris, and soon we could not fathom where the art began and the body ended. (The Mounted Branch is, of course, the Mounted Police Barracks across the road from ACCA and the Victorian College of the Arts... necessary to keep in check the revolutionary nature of contemporary art)
In this photo you can see how the act of being luggage at a tramstop has been transformed into a mysterious art object.
Here a waiting commuter has sacrificed their inviolable corporeality to becoming art.
Art today is very transportable. One even finds it in the very air that inhabits cultural Melbourne's famous trams.
