Somewhere between the second and third beer, you notice it. Not a sound exactly, not a specific image. More like…
There is a particular kind of light here. It is not kind. It flattens the landscape, bleaches the colour from…
There’s a particular kind of emptiness people mistake for nothing. You spot it in a Fred Williams landscape—those smeared ochre…
There’s a particular shade of ochre you see in a Fred Williams landscape—somewhere between rust and regret—that sounds, to my…
There’s a quality that hangs over a lot of Australian art—hard to pin down, easy to feel. It’s not just…
There’s a way of seeing that comes with spending a decent stretch of time in Australia. It’s not only the…
There’s a certain kind of reverence reserved for the big-ticket galleries. You know the ones: marble floors, climate-controlled vaults, queues…