This will hurt me...

The MOMA FOMA festival of wank art and annoying noise sound is well and truly over (the sirens and the sandpit no longer outside of the office window). Despite this however, the needs of Theme Thursday have seen me dig into the grab bag of photos and yet again fish out a self portrait. The theme today is, if you haven't already guessed, MIRROR. Rather than hold up a MIRROR to my emotional and psychological state (and equally depress and amuse you all), I've opted for the easy strategy of a ambiguous self portrait. I've done a few , some straightforward , some with kids , and, of course , some alone .

Some weeks ago I mentioned the art outside my office window that was causing a rukus: the piano, the sandpit and the wailing sirens (of the heaving bosom variety, not the " WHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! " kind. Well I have finally got around to posting a pic! It had something to do with Brian Wilson, apparently.

Summer in Tasmania means festivals. More specifically, summer in Tasmania means f art festivals. Of course, I am a loather lover of the arts. My problem, however, is that the current MONA FOMA - MONA Festival of Music and Art , which seems to have centred itself in Hobart's Salamanca district, has meant an array of LOUD art right outside my office window. The past two weeks has seen a [ahem] sandpit with a piano rigged up to four amplifiers in it sat literally metres away from my desk. The "art" [ahem] involves members of the public (and their children), banging on said piano throughout the day. Compounding my misery, there is a looped track consisting of rising and falling harmonies that appears designed to infiltrate ones head with the sole purpose of engendering an intense desire to extricate one's brain with a teaspoon. Art indeed!