ABOVE: Detail from Richard Lewer’s I was either going to be an artist or own my own sport shop, part of the current Melbourne show “Game On!: Sport and Contemporary Art”, through April 23.

The rigid division of the world into various high-schoolish cliques is a fact we much bemoan: jocks, preppies, geeks, weirdos, etc—many of these sad and limiting labels seem to survive the transition to real life (i.e., everything that is not high school). For those among us who have sat morosely sketching pictures of bleeding eyeballs in the hallway listening to whiny rock music while the lacrosse team rumbles through on the way to their ball-and-stick exertions, it is a truth universally understood that the boundary between “jock” and “art-class-freak” is impermeable to all but the most gifted and despicable individuals. But a new exhibit in Austalia boldly crashes that barrier, and it sounds worth a look.

Game On!: Sport and Contemporary Art opened in January and continues through the end of April, and it is dedicated to art that addresses sport, and the artists who are taking the public and private ritual, the spatial enormity, the mythical celebrity, and the dynamic physicality of the sporting world as their subjects. New Zealand Art Monthly has reprinted in part some of curator Chris McAuliffe’s catalogue essay for the show, and while it gets a bit wonkish in parts, it makes a compelling case that this show could mark the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

LINK: NZArtMonthly > Art is what we do, sport is what we do with each other