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Meg was running late, the whole suite of excuses: lightning and thunder, bike puncture, slow trams. So I ducked into the gallery at a serendipitous hour on the first Tuesday in November when a horse-race in the west had drained the city and its gallery of people. I hadn’t been there for years. Combined with recently reading Robyn Annear’s Bearbrass which describes early Melbourne’s strange existence as a neat grid marked out onto wild treacherous landscape; and a weekend picnic in the Macedeon Ranges, the enormously epic paintings of Glover and Streeton (and later Gleeson and Boyd) and the rest have high impact. The landscape is expansive and the human figures are tiny, hidden in the shadows of boulders and submerged by tall grasses, taking shelter from the imminent thunder and lightning. Australia is too big to see in real life. Here is Hanging Rock last weekend, its craggy slices of stone emerge or fall dramatically into a vertical maze. But beyond the country-craft-fair-belt the roads are simply far too long, treacherous in a different way, so I suppose I will buy a book about these old paintings instead.


  1. Joel wrote:

    Lightning and thunder!

    Saturday, November 24, 2012 at 2:17 pm | Permalink
  2. admin wrote:

    the pigs…

    Sunday, November 25, 2012 at 2:42 am | Permalink

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