Eureka returns for Corning…
Sounds fabulous.
We daresay it could even solve the infernal problems of the smoke-stack, what.
Eureka returns for Corning…
Sounds fabulous.
We daresay it could even solve the infernal problems of the smoke-stack, what.
And another one hits the dust…panel of the glass smoke-stack, that is.
Yet another panel has exploded, but everyone’s keeping very stumm about it by all accounts. WorkCover/WorkSafe ACT has been called in and the engineering, etcetera’s being investigated…
Insider info has it that this is solely ArtsACT’s head-ache – ie not the responsibility of the Glassworks…
Hmmmmm.
Word’s in from our good mate Michael Scarrone from the National Art Glass Collection that they’ve launched a blog to follow the exploits of their National Student Prize winner’s upcoming adventure to North Lands Creative Glass in bonny Scotland.
Presumably Belinda Toll will be on the air soon…
Karen (O’Cleary, who curated the show) kindly sent through some snaps from Wendy Fairclough’s current exhibition at the Drill Hall. Couldn’t use them all unfortunately, but the show looks great…
Love the enduringly modest domesticity of it all – just keeps getting better, we reckon.
We’re not going to mention the election(!) – too awful to contemplate. What a profligate waste of opportunity.
If Labor does somehow manage to scrape through (and lordy hopes they will) then they’d better pull their finger out quick smart.
Tragic. Stupid. AVOIDABLE.
Kicking off the BVRG’s fundraising drive is one of Megsie’s vases from the Kelly Country series, Dawn in the High Country.
It’s on show in one of the foyer vitrines at the BVRG/Library, and will be drawn at the next exhibition opening (Baseline: remnant grassland of Weereewa/Lake George, 24th Sept.) Tickets are $5 or $10 for 3.
Bargain!!
On Saturday the Gang moseyed over Myrtle Mountain to attend the long awaited reopening of the Crossing Gallery in Candelo (they’ve been enjoying some well-earned time-out, as you do), featuring a solo exhibition from South Pambula sign-writer turned artist Dirk Rampling.
It was a bit of a time warp, catching up with the old mob from at least 2 decades ago, including Val (who was doing the catering, so it was like we’d swapped places!) and Renee (who must have been 8 when we last saw her), and Clive and Tootie and Pete and Liz and…omigawd, the list goes on. Nice, though.
Anyhoo, lots of happy chappies (Candelo always has a good vibe) and a healthy show of red dots.
Snaps of the peeps here (though as usual we were talking so much we kept forgetting to take photos…)