The good thing about deadlines is that they force you to make final decisions. Joy came to the house and asked me, what would the photo look like? Where would we sit? I bounced it back at her – where would the light be best – and she pointed at one of the walls, the one where our dinner table is. But it still wasn’t a concept.
Then, in the afternoon I started thinking – what about a breakfast photo? That would be topical: don’t they say, about gay men, that we lie down in twos and wake up alone? And isn’t the exhibition about Gay and Lesbian couples? What’s more symbolic of domestic life than having breakfast together. Then for the multicultural side of things, we could have each partner bring to the table food from their countries of origin. Phil and I would be baguette and vegemite, for instance, that sounded good. And since Australia’s the land of plenty, we would add in a couple of croissants, jams, fruit, margarine, just to fill up the space.
And here’s the result!
