Dropped by this completely unpublicised show at the Michaelis Gallery. It's a pity really because James Beckett is one of my favourite SA artists. Check out his site here for ome of his other stuff. The show was great, if a little obscure. It was set up like a museum exhibition of objects, most of them having a sortof Cold War era feeling to them. It made me think of a show of bugging devices, each of the objects was cut up, and then almost diagramatically inserted with um, this is where it got a little weird, twigs. T. Each display was annotated in Braille (apparently they are European weather reports), and as the poster outside said it can best be described as "a museum of concealed twigs for the blind." Beside for the twig thing, I liked the meditation on the the transfer of information... especially it's relation to spying and Cold War paranoia (which I think is still very valid). As an obsessive reader of spy novels, this show was like a little peice of brightness.