Went to the Top Gallery in the Salamanca Arts Centre, a small room torn brick, convict sandstone, rough wood. A room that echoes the cries of those worked to death in the old days. Drunk and trapped. The scrap heap. Dolour — endless unhappiness. This seemed an more than suitable place for these particular art works.
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Thomas Connelly, http://bogong-moth.blogspot.com.au/
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