One of the most-significant Australian novels, My Brother Jack, was written by George Johnston on the Greek island of Hydra. Sidney Nolan moved the England in 1953, dying there there in 1992, yet the vast bulk of his work revived the Australia he carried in his mind. “We have to remove ourselves to see things with fresh eyes.” Evoking one world from another was part … Continue reading I traveled halfway around the world to see what’s just around the corner.
Why I love Heidi so much; the place of blind faith in the arts Continue reading Why I love Heidi so much
The National Gallery of Australia is gearing up for a massive Toulouse-Lautrec, it’s not open yet but I did see a great spread of Albert Tucker works where Sidney Nolan used to be (apparently, Nolan is off to Ireland). Albert spent some time living in a home made trailer on the banks of the Seine in Paris. His work is a little cray-cray, clearly disturbed … Continue reading Bye bye Nolan, hello Tucker
There’s been a strange series of serendipitous moments going on lately. Last November I was visiting the National Gallery of Australia and saw Sidney Nolan’s Ned Kelly series and loved the story-telling through art. Then, over at the National Library I saw Azaria Chamberlain’s Baby Bracelet I realised no one has told the story of Lindy Chamberlain through art, in the same way that Nolan … Continue reading Azaria Chamberlain Fourth Inquest Announced.