It’s true that often the most anticipated events of the Sydney Festival is hidden within the beautiful transient walls of The Famous Spiegeltent – and it appears that 2012 is not the year of the dragon, but the year of the cat. Read more

Opening night at Sydney Theatre, of the much anticipated Babel (words). When the lights went out, the music stopped. The audience stood in their seats applauding with gusto. I sat and clapped. Read more

There’s a room like any other. It has carpet. It has walls. It has glass doors. It has a ping-pong table.

There’s a man, like any other. He has limbs. And a voice. He has a head. He’s wearing an astronaut suit. Read more

It may have taken three or four years of discussions or partnerships – but it draws on over 60,000 years of continuing culture – and there’s nothing I love more, than being surprised and delighted by a truly brave and exciting piece of work – I’m talking about I Am Eora. Read more

New York city is a magical place. A place of grandeur and a place of dark desperation. There is a magic in the air – a fizziness that makes you dizzy – where the possibility of being somebody, or “making it” feels absolutely feasible. Read more

Well thank goodness that’s over! I don’t know about you, but 2011 was a weird one. Read more