"Hearty Party" (or George had already coined "Farty Party", so I had to find another rhyming word)

Jessica Cassar and Friends, Hearty Party, 2010 [approximately 4 hours with food, wine, sound, social/political banter, candlelight and sound].


Tonight I sat around a table drinking wine and eating some pretty great cheese. We were forced to light candles as the backyard had no other form of light, and in the end none of us really complained about this. People were milling in and out, joining the discussion when necessary and taking food that was offered to them. Someone even made a beetroot/hummus dip (which we later renamed Bummus). We spoke about the impending election (someone announcing they were going to write this is bullshit across the ballot form), various recent births and the idea of placenta (I had an ex boyfriends whose family ate their baby’s placenta [free to insert feelings/comments about this here]), films we had seen and wanted to see and other random thoughts and feelings that usually occur on a Sunday afternoon/evening when you’re eating cheese and talking about placenta. We, glass in hand collaborated in creating a beautiful installation of sociable/political/'consumerable’ art (there was even a sound element as we had music playing). Or did we? I mean, were we not publically installing, obscurely performing, communally archiving, ephemerally ‘offering’? Were we not making, showing, talking and being? Or were we just sitting around a table on a Sunday night eating cheese, drinking wine and talking about the promises of politics and the perplexity of placenta? I’m honestly not quite sure. No one was around to ‘view’ or critique us (except the self-doubting , self-assessing child within us all)…so maybe the latter.