Sleepwalking into art at Castlemaine Gallery

Sometimes something happens that afterwards you can’t believe was real. Once I saw a man running naked down George Street in Sydney in morning rush hour before disappearing into trees in Hyde Park. Afterwards, I wasn’t sure whether I’d actually seen him as no-one reacted. Last weekend a similar thing happened to me in Castlemaine, a little town of about 8000 people north of Melbourne, … Continue reading Sleepwalking into art at Castlemaine Gallery