She found this review buried in her phone and Rachel Gleeson and her pal Rosanna Dunne decided – having discovered this sub-par installation is now running until 2020 – that it still has currency.
We herd onto a bus and like school brats, ignore the advice to plug in our seat belts whilst we travel at 20km per hour down a dirt road, no doubt purpose-carved into the fragile ecosystem – which we have been previously advised not to trample on and stick to the path – for this temporary art installation.
We are delivered to a high-vis-wearing, torch-wielding art director/working-holiday-visa tour guide.
The field spreads out before us as a jacket of a tradie after a Saturday night at Monsoons nightclub in Darwin. We feel a level of regret akin to those Sunday mornings at having parted with 35 precious dollars to observe a wide scale recreation of the lightbulb section of Aisle 12 Bunnings.
Bruce Munro first exhibited the piece at the Harvey Nichols department store in London, and subsequently at at least 7 other locations in the UK and the US, inspired (apparently) by his trip to the Territory a mere 22 years prior.
Indeed, the piece would be at home almost anywhere in the world, and most definitely at any vaguely artsy music festival that attracts patrons partial to consuming hallucinogenic substances.
Unfortunately the authors did not have any at hand.
On a serious note however, the real distaste for this piece flows from its lack of tangible connection with the environment, and the unwarranted hype with which it has been received.
Disclaimer: we are low budget and low brow art enthusiasts, who can only afford the camping section of the Yulara ‘resort’. Our views therefore should not be taken seriously.