She stood still, her eyes mere hollows in shadow, gaze direct atop a spiralling torso, taut arms framing her body. She is a statue, a monument or a woman caught…

The room was close, commandeered by a swarm of bees shifting almost imperceptibly in the search for their queen. The queen in question was Meryl Tankard. The room, a gallery…

I have finally broken my Biennale cherry for the year by making the short trek to the Drill Hall at Rushcutters Bay, for Nicola Conibere’s Assembly. As I entered the…

There is much I have seen in the interim between this and my last blog. I wanted to focus on three works in particular, Caroline Bowditch’s Falling in Love with…

Seated in a box at the Concert Hall of the Opera House, I felt close enough to touch the head of the double bass player, sitting with his back to…

When I first heard the Australia Council for the Arts was restructuring, including changing its assessment methodology, which would inadvertently favour interdisciplinary works, I was outraged. “What is to become…

Welcome back. It’s 2016 and the first event on the calendar is Sydney Festival. The events that left an indelible impression were strangely all about circles, temporal and spatial loops…

I will open this long awaited blog with both a g’day and goodbye for another year. It really is true that as you get older they roll by faster than…

It’s Sunday and I am about to pedal on my pushbike, to Sydney Dance Company, to partake in a ballet class. I know all too well the arduous rigours the…

It’s 6.27am and I need coffee. It’s still a little gloomy as I write but I don’t care. I have indulged in the beautiful luxury that is a full week…

Image: Artwork – Branch Nebula It was a brave act to tread the delicate line between fine art and the abyss of banality.  But it paid off for Mirabelle Wouters…

Last weekend I took a train to Wollongong to see Bangarra Dance Theatre’s latest production Lore, at the Merrigong Theatre.  This capped off a fortnight rich in cultural diversity, expressed…