The Thousands

"Grad shows are the perfect place to get bitchy about art, because everyone has so much invested." This is what one of my most genuinely kind-hearted friends said when we recently attended the Monash Honours Grad Show together. And they were right. I was too busy making sex eyes at every hot male under 30. But what better occasion to cut sick with unwarranted criticisms than at a highly charged event featuring hopeful young artists who hover around their own work, drunk and vulnerable like deer in the headlights?

Honestly though, your criticisms will be unwarranted. I’ve had a few preview sneaks, and I have to say, it is shaping up to be a quality show. Keep an eye out for Jessie Lumb’s day-brightening rainbow cracks, some artefacts from the infamous career of authentic Australian folk singer Hermano Rojo and Joshua Searson’s flaccid penis failure work.

It takes a huge amount of optimism and gritty-art-lovin’ to get through four years of being asked at every family BBQ, "What career path will this degree lead you towards?", or even better, "So, you’re thinking of becoming a graphic designer then?" Get your claws out in honour of all the honours kids.