We’ve been attempting to make it to the Gallery of Modern Art or, GOMA for short, for over three months. It was something we had on our list of stuff to do over the never ending Christmas holidays. It ticked all the boxes for a great school holiday activity. It was free and, oh yeah, it was free.
And then, well, Brisbane kind of had a bit of a crisis. You know, just one of those one in a hundred year catastrophes, the 2011 Flood. So we gave it a miss. Actually, we pretty much gave everything a miss due to the weather. It was cabin fever central at Chez Morley with only so many games of Wii Bowling one can endure. I digress...
So, today, finally, with Maddie off to a birthday party at Dreamworld, we thought it was a good day to tackle GOMA with the two boys.
It was great. Oh except we nearly got kicked out. Three times.
See, the kids are kind of lulled into a false sense of security when they enter the Brisbane Gallery of Modern Art. It’s very interactive at first. There is a table a mile long solely laden with only white Lego. They are not only allowed to play with the milky white bricks, they are actively encouraged to make a twenty storey skyscraper.
|Lego A go go..|
Next was the wall of wishes, kind of my fave. Thousands of wishes printed on ribbons hang from the wall. You are allowed to take one in return for your wish written on a piece of paper and stuffed back into the ribbon vacating hole. Some wishes were heartbreaking. “I wish I had a friend at school” “I wish I would live long enough to see grandchildren” and “I wish somebody loved me”. I can’t tell you my wish. If I did, it won’t come true.
|The wish wall|
So, off we went to the giant slides
Which both boys promptly chickened out of the minute they got to top.
So we wandered off, kind of just letting the kids run in a manner not okay with cultural centres of excellence. Phil and I kind of got engrossed in this:
|Rashid Rana | Pakistan b.1968 | Off shore accounts – II|
In fact, so much so, we were standing in the “No Stand” zone and taking a very close look. This was when Jack took a running jump and kicked Sam, who then, in turn fell into Rashid Rana’s photograph. Strike One. We were told we needed to leave the area - stat.
I won’t tell you about the sneaky pinch I gave Jack or the gritted teeth threat of being banished to his room for the rest of his life as we were leaving. No, I won’t get the chance to because before we could even get through the door, he tripped and fell on to the sperm Elephant. The massive wooden elephant, which on close inspection, is painted in sperm. Strike Two.
|Sperm Elephant. Trust me on this one.|
It's also notable to mention at this time, that I was wearing only one shoe. See, as much as I tell my son to walk in a straight line, he finds this physcially impossible and in turn, kicked my thong and broke it. I do recognise that we were, by this point, the most feral family in the vicinity. So, we chose to leave and take our chaotic children with us to safer waters, The Plough in at South Bank. But not before I got told off for using flash photography, trying to get this photo of the devil child.
|Perhaps the horns aren't visible, but believe me, they are there|
We did take in the normal museum and this little exhibition in particular moved me:
|I remember lying in bed hearing the Premier say this. And then crying.|
The 2011 floods will forever live in Brisbane’s history. But I’ve got to tell you, South Bank is pumping. The markets were on, the restaurants were packed and they could teach the Gold Coast a thing or two about design. Seriously, get back to Brisbane people, it is stunning.
The pool area of course is still out of action, but this time next year, wow, standing room only.
We finished our day with a lovely lunch at the Plough Inn with this guy for company
I think only one thing topped off our day. When Jack raised his glass of lemonade and yelled “Cheers Bitchears”. Yeah. Perfect.