The two cavort around in matching handpainted sneakers and clothes, affecting the look of devilmaycare artistes, entertaining with their outrageous stories and bitchy asides. He dispassionately gropes one of her breasts, while both of them look out of the frame to some distant horizon. Whether the photos succeed by chance or intention, Fischer's not about to confess. This is no accident, he insists. I feel much more secure about my photos than my paintings.
Photos are much quicker.
I can get right in there and get to the heart of what I want. Wszelaki, who is working on the sequel Schtick Happens, offers an insight into Fischer's new love of photography. He recalls Fischer scrutinising the media coverage of the Andre Serrano fiasco three years ago. Fischer's nose is to publicity what heat is to a heatseeking missile. The exhibition is Fischer's first since he last visited Melbourne - save for a preview in his home town of Palm Springs.