I’m fully aware that that Jesus festival occurred quite a while ago, and apologize profusely for this belated Easter greeting, but you see, my modem broke, which means that there was no INTERNET CONNECTION. Which means that nothing happened. Maybe He willed it to happen. I’m not very sure. Maybe my MONA Easter experience was so arty and out of left field that some wires got crossed and Internet normality failed to occur.
We lounged upon candy pink bean bags on the lush green lawn as the host spoke to us, seemingly in verse, from somewhere undefined. A stream of girls, nonchalant, dressed in costumes that can only be described as ‘art,’ appeared suddenly and flowed slowly into a ritual circular formation, watched over by an older lady, whom I assumed made the costumes. But who can be sure?
After several loops, they broke apart and proceeded to give coloured foam love-heart cutouts to the guests. Not everyone received one. Mine was yellow. I’m still unsure of what it all means.
Mind you, its guests were equally as eccentric. Here, a chicken nests upon a man’s hirsute head.