Omigod, how gorgeous is this going to be.
Starry starry water cracker. Totally darling, totally Trish.
Be there or we’ll bite you.
Jason Hugonnet’s Whisk
Brett Lowe’s Untitled, (detail)
It’s no secret that architects are wanna-be artists (you need look no further than some of the public art travesties foisted upon us these days to see that – check out http://artwranglers.com.au/architecture-gives-art-a-bad-name/) And indeed, some of them are/were great artists; Gaudi, Gehry, et al.
ANCA’s current offering has architects mixing it with designer/artists/makers in Space, Form and Light, an exhibition curated by Ann McMahon and Katherine Campbell (on until the 17th Feb.)
We’ve posted a coupla favourites (above) – love Jas’s Whisk, particularly…
The Gang spent most of the day Friday burning around town organising the grog and food and setting up for the spunky Hunks opening and after-party. Lotsa love and thanks go to Danno and Brucie from All Bar Nun (the spunkiest bar in town) for both the donation and delivery of the keg of Coopers – it goes without saying that it went down a treat! And thumbs up to good old Megsie who’d been up ’til 1am the night before whipping up the paté. A swing through the cheese room at that beaut grocer’s in Manuka, a cartload of bread and a huge sieve of blood plums from Jas’s backyard (thanks Jas!!) took care of the rest of the tucker, and after a late arvo dash to Gungahlin Local Liquor for bubbles/vino/ice (thanks for the discount Justin!) the Gang was finally sufficiently abreast of things to…
… join the throng in downtown Civic for the start of the evening’s progressive exhibition launch/marathon. It started at CMAG with the opening of Stephen Procter: Lines Through Light, worked its way upstairs to Craft ACT for the double-whammy Gather and Mamana Mamanta and then wended its way across to ANCA in Dickson for the Hunks of Glass show and fall-about. (For the purposes of this post, we’ll only cover the social aspect of the night – we’ll bring you a recce proper of the CMAG and ANCA shows a little further down the track. See previous posts for the Craft ACT offering.)
We did a quick flick’n’flash around the first two happenings before high-tailing it back to ANCA to meet our favourite sound engineer/arts entrepreneur, the spunky Nigel McCrae, who was setting up the PA for those drop-dead-gorgeous O’Hooligan boys, our spunky band for the night. And then of course the crowd soon caught up, and the exhibition was formally opened by the original Hunk of Glass, our favourite old spunk Klaus (okay, okay enough of the spunks already – but you get the picture, right?)…
Anyway, all said and done it was a really fabulous evening, and the after-party finished it off with plenty of bang. We should at this juncture point out that the Hunks party had not been organised by Ausglass; it was an entirely indie/fringe affair – to which all and sundry were of course sincerely welcome. We figured the poor buggers at the conference could probably do with one evening, at least, where they could have a good time without being obliged to keep digging into their pockets…(a little resurrection of the old spirit of hospitality and generosity wouldn’t go astray in future, we reckon.)
Many thanks to the willing hands on the night – most specifically Amos, Netty and Annie M – who manned the bar and kept the good cheer flowing.
Happy snaps at…(though, having our hands a little full, we missed many of you, sorry)…
Ann McMahon has been hard at it (as ever) and has just sent over the invitation for the Hunks of Glass exhibition, which will be showing at ANCA during the Ausglass Conference next January.
And you’re in for a real treat – if it wasn’t enough to have the spunkiest men in glass strutting their stuff, we’ve also got the original spunk himself launching it!
But wait, there’s more!!! The opening will segue into serious party mode, courtesy of the spunkiest blokes on the Canberra music scene – the O’Hooligans.
Get out!! Too bloody good!!
Don’t forget to mark it on your dance cards.
(top) Megsie’s cultural tour, (above) Charlie Sofo’s match-head piece.
More horrors, darlings, with the old computer, hence those odd tantalising photographs with no explanation and an uncharacteristic silence from the coal face. We’re going to have to cobble together from various locations until we’re fully up and running again. So, sorry about the four day old news – ah doesn’t matter, just pretend you’re at the doctor’s surgery thumbing through a dog-eared, old, crusty mag….there’s more to come, of course.
Halloween didn’t bring any tricks this year but it did bring a bit of a double treat; a reception at the American Embassy (where the ambo’s wife, Mimi McCallum, very kindly gave the Gang a quick whip around her private collection, including a treasured wall-piece by her favourite Alaskan glass artist), followed by a sprint across to ANCA, Dickson, for Pam Kleeman’s Are You Being Served exhibiton.
Our enthusiasm for the latter, we must confess, really had more to do with Charlie Sofo’s arriverderci-Canberra show, Something Like a Human, which he was staging in his studio out the back – he’s pulling up stumps and heading off to Melbourne to follow his fortuna. Suffice to say that the works were being snapped up by canny collectors left, right and centre. Anybody who’s interested in more info apropos his move and representation, go to
Snaps of the highlights, including the fecal matter (generations of arse-wiping hand tuggery), can be viewed at