Nine down, three to go

in september we: located ralph hotere in adland • found our marbles • assembled a rubbish collection • mocked the idea of international-ready-artists • introduced cooper the photographing cat • put the fucking lotion in the basket • discovered michael smither in new plymouth • remembered being hands-on back in the day • stayed back in the day for a drawing lesson • found robert jesson – or did he find us • gasped as john hurrell ran off with the gold • went dotty over yayoi kusama • gave the dompost a full page story and came up with a winning idea for venice

Pieces of eight

in august we fell in love with te henga • found nic spill • congratulated the ones who didn’t go under the sword • kept up with our mona lisa studies • discovered the suburbs • raised a red flag to the hutt flogging its mccahon • started our alphabet • wondered why the wellington city gallery wanted to own and show the city art collection