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BOS2010: Robert MacPherson

Carrie Miller finds queasy memories in the paintings of Robert MacPherson…

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BOS2010: Yamaguchi Akira

In Yamaguchi Akira’s drawing, the present has almost reached its crisis point writes Andrew Frost.

BOS2010: Themes and Damned Themes

How does one begin to decide whether massive, curated exhibitions like the Biennale of Sydney are successful? Step one – stop being so literal minded, argues Andrew Frost.

BOS2010: Greetings from the island

Cockatoo was established in 1839 as a prison in Sydney Harbour for convicts who’d been transported from England but were too wicked to ever give up their criminal ways. Things have not really changed…

BOS2010: AES+F

Russian art group AES+F’s The Feast of Trimalchio is one of the Biennale of Sydney 2010 most talked-about pieces. Michael Hutak gets to grips with its seductive surfaces and grim reflections of the real world…

BOS2010: Cao Guo-Qiang

Have you seen the cars? Hanging from the ceiling? What did you think? Not much, says Carrie Miller…

BOS2010: Penny Siopis

Andrew Frost discovers a cache of paintings at the Museum of Contemporary Art – and a few of them aren’t too bad…

BOS2010: Newell Harry

As Newell Harry asks, what’s the point of being king sh_t of turd island? Heaps, says Carrie Miller…

Never let ’em go: David Elliott on the 2010 Biennale of Sydney

The artistic director of this year’s Biennale of Sydney David Elliot has curated a show with a mouthful of a title – THE BEAUTY OF DISTANCE: Songs of Survival in a Precarious Age. Andrew Frost spoke to Elliott about the practicalities of mounting a large and ambitious show and found that the director’s aims are both humble and direct.

Curiously Enough – It Don’t Add Up Part 2

Last week’s post It Don’t Add Up was a contribution from a reader, an actual doctor in an actual university who knows about such things. The reader’s point was simple – the formula for the creation art didn’t quite mean