Underbelly Arts has nothing to do with the TV show. It won’t confront you with guns or nudity – frankly, it’s too cold. It’s an arts festival. An arts festival which dares to ask two key questions: Read more

How could I refuse an invitation to the opening night of a new play by Australia’s most prolific playwright David Williamson? Read more

It’s been a non-stop week of openings in Sydney – the independent seasons have been fanning their tales out, attracting the industry to come along and check out what the independent artists think the punters need to see – and what they’d want to see. Read more

With the arrival of the school holidays comes a parade of children’s theatre, which happens to be one of my favourite all time adventures. Read more

In December last year, I had the privilege and delight of hearing form some young artists applying for an Artslab residency, their dreams and visions of their art. Read more

In my office – the front room of my Petersham art deco apartment – stands to attention the fading gilt spines of my collection of Little Golden Books. Read more

It’s a cold July night and the streets are reflecting light in puddles. The foyer of PACT is warmed by heaters. I know this space well. It’s not known for its comfortable content or seats – but there is something different happening at PACT these days… something that invites you in and asks you gently to do the unthinkable –

to think. Read more

Context first.

Things happen quickly in the age of the internet. Read more

The cavenous black space of the Carriageworks is illuminated with shards of light that slice through the space illuminating scattered places- a ramp, a patch of grass, a staircase, a kitchen, a bar. Music plays, a whimsical riff leaning towards jazz – melodic and gentle. Read more

I have been flicking through my diary – backwards as well as forwards – as Oscar Wilde once said “I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read in the train.” Read more