When people write about Australian creative work, they almost always start with the landscape. The heat, the distance, the particular…
There is a filing cabinet in a shed in Thomastown that contains more documentary evidence of Melbourne’s live music culture…
There’s a light in Australia that doesn’t do you any favours. It’s not the soft, golden glow of a Tuscan…
There is a particular light in Australia. It bleaches the landscape, flattens distance, and turns the horizon into a thin,…
There is a particular smell to a gallery storeroom in February. Dust, archival cardboard, the faint chemical sweetness of old…
There’s a quality to Australian art that’s hard to pin down. Not a style, exactly, or a movement with a…
There’s a particular light in Australia. It doesn’t just illuminate; it flattens, bleaches, and leaves the landscape looking exposed and…