This is a guest post by Sean Davey, a freelance photographer, curator and gallery director based in Canberra, Australia. For the last week and a half, Judy Bamberger has been staging a one-woman protest at the front of Parliament House in Canberra, sitting under a makeshift awning in the constant rain. Judy is protesting the treatment [...]
Wollongong, and in no small way the junkies, punks, bikies—and barmaids—of that town, had made an unsung contribution to the success of the Uluru handback. They had proved to one Anangu man that Australians of good will can be found in the most unexpected places.
The Oils were in classic rock mode. No new songs, rarely testing the boundaries of tried and true winners, the audience wasn’t really challenged. Jim Moginie and Martin Rotsey enjoyed the brilliant clarity of the sound and delivered most of the thrills.
Portraits by Therese Ritchie, Northern Centre for Contemporary Art, Vimy Lane, Parap 28th September through 7 October 2017. Presented by the Darwin Pride Festival.
How the portraits came about is simple, but its alchemy is difficult to explain. Overall it involves listening to each subject as they talk about aspects of their sexuality. Usually by the end of the conversation, we will have collated a list of relevant words and phrases. It is not a chronological list but definitely an elegant description of a life. There is always one word or phrase that resonates very deeply with the subject and that is what they take to the next level through merging the words with the physical form—in this case their bodies.
Sopa de Ajo - a soup that can "cure any form of the Dreaded Lurgi (cough, cold or ‘flu), probably cancer and definitely climate change."
Darwin's suburbs are wild, wonderful spaces that people retreat to with great delight. Look at what the suburbs do well. How do you translate these ideas into an urban setting without resorting to 'tropical character' architectural cliches?
Well there's floodin' down in Texas All of the telephone lines are down Well there's floodin' down in Texas All of the telephone lines are down And I've been tryin' to call my baby Lord and I can't get a single sound "Texas Flood", from the Stevie Ray Vaughan album of the same name.
Nyinawanga needed a passport. And for this Australian born artist, that was a problem. We got the passport photos done, and filled out and witnessed all the forms, but there being no records of birth was the killer. The guy at Immigration was pretty firm about it. “What about mission records?” he asked. There was no mission, the reply. “What about the stud book?” He isn’t in there, the response, along with “Just look at the photo, he’s obviously Australian!”
He winked and said, "no more chances". I slipped back into my steel cap boots, and marched confidently with a swagger towards the interview room. So yeah, I can fucking cook.
