Untitled-in-sydney

Wednesday found us in the Gallery of New South Wales to see Points Of View a review of Australian photography between 1985 and 1995. One or two nice pieces, but really quite underwhelming.

Paintings don't really do it for me (though some of the old master still life work is an obvious exception), so the trip was essentially a bit of a blow out.

Until we went downstairs, that is. I'm not sure what it's called, or who it's by but this was really excellent in an abstract and oflactory manner. Each of the big sock things is filled with one or more spices so thw whole room smelt deliciously of cardamon, tumeric and cinnamon. It's a bit difficult to say quite why it was so good, and of course this picture can't capture the best part - the smell.