I thought it sweet, to be honest, if such a scene could be described in such a fashion. A simple pleasure. A simple lesson. It's easy to forget that not everyone is taught how to ride a bike as a kid, and that once learned, it's easily kept. Eventually, the old man took the bike off his son and pushed it down the street, gliding as he lifted his leg over and into position.
Unrelated to that, N. and I saw Xerox Missive, an installation at the NSW Art Gallery, which featured a looped, fabricated conversation between Philip K Dick and his fifth wife, Tessa. Put in by an art duo called Ms&Mr, it was a good idea that pretty much missed every opportunity it had, except to make Dick seem creepy and Tessa abused. Maybe that's how they were--I really haven't the background on the pair of them to say if they weren't or they were, but the repetitive images and the small, looped conversation just seemed to miss everything that could have been said. It had a creepy and cool vibe to it, but after a few minutes in it, and realising you'd heard the entire loop, it just felt incomplete and half done, which was a shame. It had a lot of potential--but perhaps that is the way of such an installation. There was another in the gallery, one that had mirrored walls and a clown in the middle, which I also thought creepy and cool, and while more successful than Ms&Mr's piece, it felt a bit like an idea, something half formed, and incomplete.