Can art criticism be a dance, or a Vaudeville romp around Australia’s largest art gallery? Can the free (and hilariously droll) musings of a sparkly, adventurous super-woman produce an entertainingly valid criticism of art criticism? The answers are all Yes.
‘Plug into me, and I will cleanse you of your disaffections—I am the way. And the way is confusion.’ With consummate, and I believe natural, ease he led the flocks to a vast island where frustration and morality vanish: the land of confusion.
Peter Sculthorpe's music and the myth of the myth of Australian 'identity'Over a mellow but full-bodied Italian coffee, and tuned into a Chinese-made but German-designed digital radio, I listened to the Sunday morning ABC news. There were only a few items - most of them about politicians struggling to balance the impossible splits in the desires and values of their constituents - but the top sports story was a rundown of the overnight results of…
