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…
I stood in a gallery last month and watched a man take a photo of a painting without once looking…
How the Melbourne Punk Scene Shaped a Generation of Visual Artists There’s a particular kind of grime that sticks to…