*Tastes Self*

Goin' up the country - still don't give a fuck. Tastes Self is psychocowpunkhorseshitmentaldrama dredged from the childhoods of the sprite-sized Kate Smith and the benign sorcerer Alex Vivian. Introduced at Kate's first show at Utopian Slumps, Whoops Kibbutz, the pair got chatting - just like the yokels they aren't - about growing up in lower NSW's bucolic Riverina and all that pastoral goodness.

I don't like to pay for someone else's therapy - but if it looks like an ass-whuppin' I'll make an exception. Here it's nostalgia on an acid-death-trip back to the halcyon days of clique-gangs in rural high school, a knockdown brawl between landlocked hunks and hunnies in conspick-consume surfwear and the whip-cropped boot-clickin' RM Williams-Country Roadeo squattocratic-fazciszm crowd.

Y'all ringside can expect a fully integrated program of cross-fertilisation and inter-semination - if he made it she made it too. Or, if the goose is good come take a gander. It's a fashion installation made entirely on-site - though lots of practice was had on shopping tours and in the studio. I mean, farming is a profession after all, and these guys are nothing if not professional. Smith & Vivian - it even sounds like landed gentry going public.