De-cop This Sydney

I hadn’t planned a trip to the MCA but the harbour beckoned, you couldn’t help but be drawn in. The ferry driver made an announcement to say we had to wait for a berth at Circular Quay. So we rocked gently, heads turned skywards like wary ducks to watch the signwriting plane chalk up the blue.

Out to the right we could take in the new building floating with us, beside the old maritime building.  I am over the moon with this new building.  It’s light, it’s airy, it’s unpretentious and most of all inviting. The hoards that cling to the edge of the quay to wander and are led unsuspecting.  Inside the area is what you expect a holiday shack by the water to be, full of views, games , shells and families with happy creative kids.

The lift is delightful, glass suspended over the harbour and it whips you all too quickly to the top and the new interactive rooms are full of goodies to keep everyone occupied. The cafe delivers on all fronts, open, friendly, views to die for and food and service faultless.

 

 

 

 

The director herself Elizabeth Ann MacGregor was in front of us having an easy Sunday lunch, maybe the Salmon & Pecorino Tart? All that hard work and planning now in full swing, Marking Time and bringing Sydney what it deserves.

The exhibition area in the old building is brilliant, the works flowing and relevant.  Contemporary curation must be the most exciting whirl of ideas.
The combination of Lindy Lee’s Sun Salutations with Gulumbu Yunupingu, Garak  The Universe, Katie Patersons lightbulb instillation and the mesmerising The Party is Over by Elisa Sighicelli where fireworks footage rewind and become night stars give us a taste of more to come.

Surface Tension: the art of Euan MacLeod 1991-2009

MacLeod spoke about this exhibition and how it wasn’t up to him to choose what was left out.  I was impressed with what was included and estatic to find the fire paintings that had inspired me years earlier. Serendipity once again played the part after the move I was packing away books and came across “Fireworks” a catalogue of an exhibition I had seen in 2005 at Hazelhurst – I noticed it was Gavin Wilson once again. His curation of that show was brilliant and here I am 5 years on admiring his job at the Ervin. Sometimes the curators are the unseen heroes of an exhibition.