John Peart’s show at Watters Gallery is a demonstration of what you might call ‘painters logic’. That’s a painter making a mark on a canvas and then asking themselves “what next?” The logic is the next line, the next gesture,

What a week it’s been. Mister Magoo went to Iraq to thank the troops. It wasn’t on behalf of the Australian people, mind you, but a personal thank you for saving his electoral bacon. Then Gai Waterhouse theorized the only

Last week we asked readers if we owed them an apology and if so, what for. For most of the week we were smug and pleased as the NO vote easily outstripped the YES vote by a factor of 2

From the distance of the other side of the road it looks just like a regular advertisement on a billboard. You can’t really tell what it’s an ad for until you get stuck in traffic or pass closer to the

People have been asking “I’ve been enjoying your blog but I’ve been wondering, how can get more involved with The Art Life?” Until now we’ve been wondering that too while simultaneously asking ourselves “How can we make some money out

Damn you POP SERVER ERROR. Damn you ‘Error Type 56’. We will not be beaten! Do you smell that burning smell? It’s a sort of woody, sort of pungent, sort of cloying odour… kind of like, yes, the smell of

Someone said we should check out Paul Ferman’s show Tubetalk at Room 35 at Gitte Weise. The word ‘on the street’ was that the show was 100 per cent found material and it was hilarious. Look, our excited friend said

Imagine you’re an artist and you’re sitting at home with some felt, some padded post bags and a video camera. What do you do with this unlikely material? Why no recreate Kazimir Malevitch’s costume designs for the 1915 opera Victory

Sarah Smuts-Kennedy is all over this town. Not only does she have a show at Gallery Barry Keldoulis, she also has a starring role in The Oyster Farmer. One minute you’re on Shortland Street and the next you’re the toast