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Dark arts, sepulchral trees, folk memories ancestral memories, fires and flames |
“And when you’re out in the woods, be nice and good and don’t stray off
the path.”
Brothers
Grimm “Little Red Cap.”
I was wrong about Dark Mofo. It was busier than ever with
over 15,000 people attending and many events and performances already booked
out.
I didn’t go to the parade or the
burning this year, but you can catch the latter on the
ABC’s page.
I did however, tackle
Dark Path which was essentially a four Km Art Walk with a nod to dark fairy
tales, witches and disturbing thoughts.
It’s a pity that it was -3
°
C or I would have stayed around for more of the events, but here are a few glimpses. (Pity help the dawn nude swimmers in the morning!)
I followed the torchlight procession struggling uphill over
the Domain, a largely grassed area flanked by trees commemorating the war dead.
Government House is near the top a
long with the old Powder Magazine. In this
area there was the haunting exhibition “
Missing or Dead” by Aboriginal Artist
Julie Gough, recounting the stories of 180 Aboriginal children stolen or lost
during the early days of Van Diemen’s Land.
These stories are sad. They are indeed the war
dead from a largely unacknowledged war.
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Casualties of a war |
In the Powder Magazine itself was Chris Henschke’s
“Demon Core” which builds on his love /hate
fascination with radioactivity, already encountered in “A forest.” This
installation however, recalls “a disastrous critical mass experiment “which occurred
in America in the 1940s. I had to wait in line for 40 minutes for this.
Next stop was the Botanic Gardens themselves. How eerie the trees looked,
bathed in red light, even more so when they began to speak and scream. A crazy
Tesla coil added its crackling voice from to time and split the night sky with
its artificial lightning.
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Chris Henschke's love affair with nuclear energy continues |
More queues
awaited at Tony Ousler’s
De –Extinction Pavillion where extinct species were
projected onto screens. The venue was fitting. It was where the old Beaumaris Zoo was, and where the last Tasmanian Tiger was said to have died in 1936. Ousler's work raised interesting questions – disquieting questions,
such as is the next extinction likely to be truth itself, with critical thought
among the first casualties?
To quote:
“Oursler’s
sprawling new work confronts the erosion of critical thought, and the rise of
misinformation, conspiracy theories, superstition, and magical thinking,
inviting us to ask: is truth on the verge of extinction?
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People in the Botanic Gardens |
Alas, by now the lure
of my nice warm bed was much too strong, so after lingering for a while at this
fire pit or that, I gradually made my way home without stopping at the many
bars and refreshment stands. You could say I was much too good, but there’s
always next year. Right!
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Walking home |