Melbourne Now exhibition

I visited the Melbourne Now exhibition at the National Gallery of Victoria on two occasions – first with my dad and kids, and later with colleagues from the State Library. Here are some snapshots from my first visit.

One of my favourite exhibits was this modest and idiosyncratic display of drawings curated by artist John Dixon. Dixon used an organic and subjective process to select drawings by artists from his personal and professional networks. The common factor is that none of the artists has drawing as their primary practice, so the works on display are private sketches and working designs, doodles, experiments and creative meanderings on the road to somewhere else. An interesting concept and something I can relate to.


This work reminded me of the spirographs I loved as a child of the seventies.


This gave me a retail vibe: maybe a cross between Anaconda and Bunnings. I don’t think that’s what the artist had in mind. Or who knows, maybe they did.


This struck a chord with me and made me think of my job. Something to do with taking on a major project halfway through. I think I’m the horseman who has just come in mid-apocalypse.


This one gave me childhood flashbacks of friends with dolls-of-the-world collections, glass animals on dressing tables and satin ABBA cushions (our place was more rag dolls, local pottery and Indian cottons). Though their knick-knacks didn’t look quite like these.


Leaving the Ian Potter Gallery and heading down the road to NGV International, we saw some wonderful art including the very excellent ‘Gallery of Air’ by Patrick Pound, which is written up in The Age here:

Somehow, though, I didn’t take photos of the artwork, but ended up hanging out with my daughter at the necklace-making activity along with girls and women of all ages. I was particularly intrigued as I eavesdropped on a couple of 20-somethings, return visitors to the activity, who worked on their creations with incredible care and patience.

Meanwhile my dad and son ended up in the bookshop, bored and complaining about the lack of activities for boys. (Not that men and boys can’t make necklaces, but they weren’t doing so on the day I visited).





Finally, we headed back to the station via a love-locked bridge across the Yarra.