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We were saddened to learn of the death from cancer of Alan Oldfield, painter, lecturer and long time staff member at the NSW University College of Fine Arts. A graduate of the National Art School in 1966, Oldfield traveled around
In Melbourne, they do things differently – they take their death threats seriously. What? Andrew Bolt is a columnist for the Herald Sun and is so far right it’s almost comical. Like his august colleagues elsewhere in Australia (Alan Jones,
Due to an unforseen technical problem we’ve had to call off the vote for Sydney’s most influential art person. Due to their general greatness and an awesome ability to spam potential voters to vote for them, we salute Phatspace as
The web’s only genuine participatory democracy! Voting has now closed and results are displayed above.
They say that if you include a poll on your web page you can increase your web traffic- and man, are they ever right! When we launched our first poll on Monday we had no idea how many hits we’d
Francis Baker-Smith is closing. Then it’s reopening on November 3 upstairs from its present location under the name Gallery Wren (which is what it was called when the current management team took over from Rubyayre Gallery a couple of years
Art that asks the hapless viewer to make a decision about the motivations of the artist is starting to wear us out. We were looking at John Spiteri’s new show at Kaliman Gallery and all we could think was, please,
Babies are like tradesmen – they do all their noisiest and most important work first thing in the morning. By 10am it has all gone quiet leaving parents reeling around, sleep deprived, smelling of spew and wondering where their lives
On Saturday the Sydney Morning Herald ran a story called Arts Stars that purported to expose the high placed taste makers in Sydney’s arts scene. We’re not sure if the SMH had really done their homework because their list comprised
In Wollongong people gradually fall from the sky. A little at first, then a lot. We were standing on the grass, eating our fish and chips, looking up at people parachuting down towards us, and we felt ourselves being drawn