Showing posts with label Alternative Arts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Alternative Arts. Show all posts

Sunday, 9 November 2008

Interview with Daniel Brine - new Artistic Director of Performance Space


It's a journalist's worst nightmare. After organising a time, date and venue, reading background information, preparing questions and conducting an interview with a subject, you suddenly lose the recording due to some technological malfunction or misadventure.

The fact that I had flown all the way from Sydney to London to catch Daniel Brine, the newly appointed Artistic Director of Performance Space before his arrival in Australia made it that little bit more painful. The fact that I lost the recording on my MP3 player on the last leg of my journey after twenty-one days of keeping it safe made it just pure frustration.

Kindly, Daniel afforded me some extra time while he was in Sydney for a quick catch up during a handover week with the outgoing AD Fiona Winning who has left after nine years.

The changing of the guard at Performance Space and Brine's appointment to the role of Artistic Director is one of the biggest changes to occur in the contemporary arts scene internationally this year as he fills what he describes as 'Fiona's very, very large shoes'.

It's extraordinary that not one major newspaper in this country has reported on the change. But we've seen this laziness before and know that they are able to editorialise similar appointments. Performance Space is no small-to-medium organisation out the back of hickville. It is, quite simply, a company that is at the forefront of contemporary art experimentation and presentation with an international reputation in excellence. And not a single column inch was spared by any news outlet.

My first meeting with Brine found us at the headquarters of the Live Arts Development Agency UK where he is finishing up his role as Associate Director. Based in a converted old girls school, the headquarters couldn't be more English with a beautiful old lawn courtyard with a walled garden nestled behind one of those typical London squares with a canopy of leaves. It's quite an oasis in the Shoreditch area of London just ten minutes walk from the hustle and bustle of the Liverpool Street financial district.

The day I arrive the stock markets worldwide had lurched downwards, Halifax Bank of Scotland had collapsed and suits were loitering in office buildings reconsidering their career choices. Maybe it is a good time for Brine to get out of the UK.

An Australian, Brine has been based in the UK for over eleven years after working for Live Arts, the Arts Council England and the NOW Festival. His biography reads like a degustation menu of contemporary performance, curating Live Culture at the Tate Modern, You Are Here for the Liverpool Biennial, Performing Rights for Performance Studies International Tanzquartier and China Live at the Chinese Arts Centre. He has even worked with Forced Entertainment, La Ribot, Blast Theory and Janine Antoni.

A quiet and considered man, Brine has acquired that slight English accent despite his heritage. "My move back to Australia is not about returning home, it is about going to work at Performance Space," he explains.

The industries in Australia and the UK could not be more different. In a forward to one of the many books that Brine gives me he co-writes with Lois Keidan (of Live Arts as well) and David Micklem from the UK Arts Council;

"Over the last decade or so there has been a growing sense that artistic directors and programmers across the UK are expressing greater interest in work that pushes at the edges of our expectations of what theatre could be. Some venues are actively programming experimental works. Others are expressing a keenness to explorethe opportunities for taking their audiences on new journeys. Whilst it is acknowledged that this work is challenging, sometimes difficult, often compelling and engaging, it is also work that can attract new audiences, offer new experiences, and add bold new strands to a venue's programme. Whether it is the National Theatre collaborating with Shunt, Duckie's events at the Barbican, Noble & Silver at Soho Theatre, or Gob Squad working on the main stage of Nottingham Playhouse it is increasingly evident that theatres in the UK are excited about a new set of relationships with experimental artists and companies."

Maybe that is where he sees the future role of the company he is about to take over. His respect for Performance Space is immediately obvious. "The role of the company internationally places it as one of the top three organisations presenting inter-disciplinary practices. It's part of the international infrastructure of contemporary performance," he says.

What's most interesting about Brine's experience is his role in developing unique and tangible avenues for artists and the arts industry to have a dialogue. Whether it be through publications, conferences, events or library resources, it is clear that his greatest strength is the way he inspires conversations.

If he brings his experiences in creating dialogue to Australia's shores it will be a much needed element to an extremely fragmented and fractured industry. Do we have a situation where it is increasingly evident that theatres in Australia are excited about a new set of relationships with experimental artists and companies?

As he takes me on a tour of the agency's premises he explains that the three pillars of Live Arts work is based around offering resources, professional development services and projects. "As you can see, we are not a performance space and we do not present works. Live Arts is more a resource, an organisation that brings together artists and venues to expand the cultural sector," he says.

He escorts me to an astonishing library where from floor to ceiling, tapes, DVDs and books document years of performance and contemporary arts writing. It's the sort of place you could spend months in, pulling out one DVD and then another until your eye catches something else you have always wanted to watch.

"Working at Performance Space gives me a chance to build more resources and focus on professional development through consultation and strategic thinking. It will also allow me to bring together art form practices particularly in film and dance," he says emphasising that until he takes up his position and has time to listen to the staff at Performance Space, speak with artists and the industry, the future direction of the company could involve anything.

The role of Performance Space after their move two years ago from their home of twenty years on Cleveland Street in Redfern to Carriageworks is one of the greatest challenges Brine will face. Winning oversaw the transition but it is now Brine's role to consolidate. Performance Space no longer enjoy the privilege of being a stand alone performance and artist space, now sharing the converted train yards with a family of other similar minded arts organisations under the umbrella of the financially restricted Carriageworks management.

Seeing him a month later in the cavernous Carriageworks building and a world away from the well manicured lawns of the old girls school he is realistic about the challenges facing him.

"It's clear there is a challenge of making big things and there are big issues in the industry that need to be addressed," he says.

But it's not just the issues facing the fragmented industry, it is also the mere size of the Carriageworks space. "A lot of people told me that Carriageworks was big, but I had no idea it was this big," he says. "It is an enormous space to fill."

But you can see the excitement in his face ... and the adrenalin. Asking him about our conversation four weeks earlier in London and how he feels now that he is in Sydney he is comforted with the fact that the organisation feels 'familiar' to him.

Hopefully, before long, all of us engaged with the arts will also become familiar with Daniel Brine and the future path he will carve in inspiring creative dialogue between all the spheres of performance in the country. An enormous space to fill indeed.

Monday, 12 May 2008

Review: Salome

Salome in Cogito Volume III
The Rabble

It has been so long since a show has divided audiences as vehemently as this one did on opening night. And with all the soap opera type of theatre going on at the moment it is a big and beautiful breath of fresh air.

Many audience members were ready to walk out they were so disgusted with this production. In fact one member was ready to put a call through to DOCS.

For this reviewer it is when you see this happening that you know that theatre still has a power to move and to shock. A power that many think is long lost.

But The Rabble have done it again. Bigger, better and more brilliant than their previous outing at CarriageWorks.

This time they take on the story of Salome, the step-daughter of Herod. The story goes that she danced (the dance of the Seven Veils) for Herod who was so taken by it that he promised her whatever she wanted.

“And the chance came when Herod on his birthday gave a feast to his lords, and the high captains, and the chief men of Galilee; And when the daughter of Herodias herself came in and did a dance, Herod and those who were at table with him were pleased with her; and the king said to the girl, Make a request for anything and I will give it you. And he took an oath, saying to her, Whatever is your desire I will give it to you, even half of my kingdom. And she went out and said to her mother, What is my request to be? And she said, the head of John the Baptist. And she came in quickly to the king, and said, My desire is that you give me straight away on a plate the head of John the Baptist. And the king was very sad; but because of his oaths, and those who were with him at table, he would not say 'No' to her. And straight away the king sent out one of his armed men, and gave him an order to come back with the head: and he went and took off John's head in prison, And came back with the head on a plate, and gave it to the girl; and the girl gave it to her mother.”
Mark 6: 21-28

For centuries, Salome was a figure of sinful lust – a femme fatal which then lead to 19th Century French novelist Flaubert using her as inspiration for a short story. Famously, Oscar Wilde then wrote a play about her and Richard Strauss an opera.

This is the second production that The Rabble have presented in the enormous and cavernous space at CarriageWorks. Bringing together all the literary influences of this mysterious female character, The Rabble have shown that this character can still divide audiences in a brutal way.

But it is not so much the literary history of the character that shocks, but rather the dark and adventurous playfulness they use to portray her. The staging, the grotesque characters, the props, the madness. It is all so wrong but at the same time it is deliciously just right.

With barely any words spoken, five actors play out the tragic story with absolutely stunning theatrical images, a soaring sound track and a creativity that is desperately needed in our oh-so dry theatrical landscape of kitchen sink drama and tame theatre adventures in Sydney.

By using the enormous depth and breadth of the space they create an atmosphere that wouldn’t be too removed from a freakish goth museum. In its presentation it has the smell of Castellucci, but The Rabble have enough talent, originality and delightful humour to easily get away with it.

This play is certainly not for everyone, but if you like your stories and your humour dark and strong, then Salome is the thing to see.

Until 17 May
$20-30
CarriageWorks
245 Wilson Street, Eveleigh NSW 2015.
http://www.carriageworks.com.au/
http://www.therabble.com.au/

Photo credit: Brett Boardman

Sunday, 11 May 2008

What a great invitation

I don't normally do this but I received this invitation today:

Swimming Home in Heels

Hello Nicholas,

My name is Mish Grigor and I am one third of the Sydney performance company 'post'. We would like to invite you to our show 'Swimming Home in Heels' at the 2008 Next Wave Festival. It is our new show after last year's 'Gifted and Talented'.

'Swimming Home in Heels' is a ten-minute performance for one audience member at a time. We are a group of emerging artists and we would love to share this work with you if you are in melbourne at the time.

This is how it works: book in a time and show up at the hotel. You will be greeted and welcomed into the six underfed arms of three schoolies in their room. Half teen party, half ghost train, it's ten minutes of super fun.

The performance details are
16th - 30th of May
(please nominate the best time)
The Exford Hotel, cnr of Little Bourke and Russel Streets, Chinatown.

Thanks and have a lovely day,

post
Natalie Rose, Zoë Coombs Marr and Mish Grigor.

Swimming Home in Heels

We're so excited you're here. We move fast looking for action, or maybe new nail polish. We're safe together. We whisper to each other in pink tights. We are new best friends and we can't believe we have so much in common. We lean in to pash a stranger at four in the morning and begin to projectile vomit without restrain. We pause, take a breath, and keep leaning in. We push boundaries to impress each other … Don't be scared, we did it once before.

Lost in a highlighted, over-stimulated and definitively pink universe, post presents a ten-minute performance in a hotel room for one audience member at a time.



Unfortunately I am not in Melbourne but if I was I would be at this production without a doubt.

But for those of you south of the border, here are the details:

post presents
Swimming Home in Heels
At The Next Wave Festival
Melbourne
16th – 30th of May
7 - 9pm at The Exford
Booking Essential
www.postpresentspost.com

Tuesday, 12 February 2008

Review: Imperial Panda Festival

When you have the ex-Head of Arts, Entertainment and Comedy at ABC TV Courtney Gibson being turned away at the door to a show, you know you must be onto a good thing.

The newly created Imperial Panda Festival, a collective of six shows shown over two weeks has been a huge success in terms of audience numbers and in its creative pursuit.

Filling small gallery spaces through the precinct of Surry Hills and Redfern, organisers Eddie Sharp and Rosie Fisher battled with the rainy and muggy Sydney weather to create a festival which could be the future of showcasing the best and freshest theatre and performance art.

The first week showcased Gifted and Talented from the Post Theatre group (top right). It explores the world of mothers whose lives revolve around their daughters dance classes. A comical piece that pulls the essence out of Kath and Kym type characters it takes a deeper and darker look at what happens when social structures fall away from middle class families.

The three performer/creators Mish Grigor, Nat Rose and Zoe Coombs Mar beautifully blend hyper real mother characters, make them gorge on sausage rolls and Solo all while they chain smoke and pass judgement at their kids dance eisteddfod. (And woe be tide if one of the girls comes home with that 'bloody highly commended prize').

This was followed by Melbourne group Suitcase Royale (middle right), who performed the brand new work The Ghost of Ricketts Hill, an improvised act that is more slapstick and comedy rather than traditional theatre. It was, unfortunately, the most disappointing show of the first week, undermined by an obvious lack of preparation.

On Sunday, a literary delight was discovered with readings of original Erotic Fan Fiction. Presented by Jay Katz, it was a darkly hilarious afternoon that was a crowd favourite. The highlight was Brendan Cowell’s piece revolving around Ricky Ponting, monkey hallucinations, spiced up Indian yoghurt drinks and the entire Australian cricket team. Need I say more?

During the second week another theatrical gem was discovered in Pig Island’s hilarious production of Parties 4 Eva. Centred around a stereotypical British aristocrat trying to have a white tie event, it is an absurd piece that is as ridiculous as a Monty Python sketch and as charming as Noel Coward song. The writing is swift, quick and sublime. This is a comedy group to watch.

The weekend then finished off with Cab Sav, a very hit and miss collection of small variety style pieces. Despite a fantastically vibrant atmosphere with a full house, the shows were under developed in their concepts and their delivery. You could see the potential of each of the groups who are clearly talented, but relying on supporters in an audience rarely guarantees a more broad appeal. This was all the more highlighted with the clear professionalism of Martin del Amo (right) who performed a beautifully raw and delicate piece that was enchanting.

The Imperial Panda Festival is a name you should look out for soon. I believe they intend to produce small two week festivals every six months or so. And if this first collection is anything to go by, it will be one of the most popular and successful arts events on the circuit.

Wednesday, 30 May 2007

Review: Corvus

Corvus by Jasmine Chan
Directed & Designed by Kate Davis
Presented by The Rabble in association with Carriageworks
29 May 2007


Finally, finally, finally I have found a group of young Australian theatre makers who are pushing the boundaries of theatrical exploration. And I use the term 'theatre makers' quite deliberately to differentiate them from the more usual theatre collaborations.

It was through Alison Croggon's Theatre Notes that I first heard of this group, saying 'Sydneyites interested in bold new writing' should get to this production. But it is quite clear that it isn't just new bold writing that is on display.

Essentially this production is a monologue of poetic rantings from the self baptised character of Corvus - a name that originates from the Latin meaning 'crow'. It is the mythology that surrounds this symbol that provides the basis for this production and springs into a theatrical exploration of space, time, imagery and ritual. Think Greek Mythology, Apollo, Volpone, The Alphonso, Ted Hughes, John Fowles.

Entering the large and cathedral like theatre in Carriageworks, it is clear that this show is the first time that a company has created something specifically for the Carriageworks space. The balance and decoration of the stage, the lighting and the depth of movement make this a unique event that should be experienced within this theatre. From the moment you walk in, there is a manipulation of the eye and you quickly become aware of how vast the space is through the exposure of its industrial skeleton.

Like a wind-chime frame over the stage hangs a collection of gates, grills, metallic frames, window frames, prison beds. The immense size of it creates a cocoon for the audience, or more specifically, a kind of cage, from which we view the travellings and emotions of the raconteuse.

The writing is some of the most robust I have heard in a performance in this city. It is provocative and poetic and provides a stunning platform for the collaborators to create visual images that are so striking that you almost forget where you are, so dizzying is the look and feel of this piece.

At times the writing does envelop itself and loses certain ideas by being occasionally self-conscious. But as a text, it is throwing the gauntlet down. It is experimenting with the form of words through metaphor and ancient symbol and slamming them down upon a character's shoulders and allowing that character to breath a rhythm that can be at times shocking.

This theatrical rhythm is explored through one performer who makes her way from one station of the space to another. At each station, Corvus will deliver a piece of her monologue and will be accompanied by a subtle yet striking theatrical image through the use of the space, lighting and sound. She carries us on this raw emotional journey, at times talking to herself, talking to us, talking to her mother, talking to a priest and moving through the space in the most painstaking way.

I want to fly, full of lightness. To be a sparrow, a bluebird, a blackbird, a wren. Small and buoyant. Easy in the air. I want to move through stories, through the ages. I want to glide across the years. I want to peel the moments away from me like skins. To haunt the wings of the poet. I want to pepper the prayer book with whispers of love and dreams of love. I want to be a sparrow, a bluebird, a blackbird, a wren.

It is at its simplest a production that blends performance art with text. It is, at its most complex an exploration of individuality, sexuality, love, feminist identity, responsibility and expectation with the backdrop of man-made devastation and the original sin of Adam and Eve.

Dancing in the afterglow of the mushroom cloud. The crow moves with an unbearable weight—fashioned from all the world’s night—inside herself. The crow flies from nightmare to nightmare, infecting mythologies, polluting the transparent drop of rain, of flame. The crow flies sickly though black wave after black wave, the ocean floor concealed by oil.

But what stays with me the most from last night is the photographic type imagery that was created within the space. From the far reaches of the back wall and the experimentation of side and foot lighting, to the use of shadow, silhouette and the use of sound that at one moment is emotionally frightening. This production is pure theatre that has brought together the talents of some exciting individuals that are at the forefront of a theatrical exploration. It is brave, honest and passionate and a desperately needed influence in Sydney.

This production is on till Saturday. Go and see it.



Image credit: Brett Boardman

Saturday, 28 April 2007

Review: The Unfolding Wife

The Unfolding Wife by Paschal Daantos Berry
Urban Theatre Projects & Blacktown Arts Centre
26 April 2007


Escape out of inner city Redfern, into the car, purge the Thursday evening peak-hour traffic to the expressway, and then plant ourselves into the heart of Sydney's great sprawling suburban palate.

Dim street lights hover over the terracotta carpet of roofs. It's quiet from the road.

We find our way to the Arts Centre, a very new, very contemporary and very impressive new venue that has been built to celebrate the cultural arts of Blacktown and its people. The venue sits elegantly next to the flashing bulbs of the Blacktown Workers Club. Bling bling.

It's amazing how many familiar faces I see there. It's a friendly and convivial environment and a measured anticipation suddenly builds as people quickly down their complimentary bottle of San Miguel beer. Welcome to the Philippines.

Entering the curtained off space, we are welcomed by the sound of classic Manila hits of the 1970's & 80's. Valerie Berry, sister of the playwright, is standing centre in nothing but her underwear. Her two attendants (protagonists?) start to play prop and costume games, dressing and de-robing her. They are symbolic representations that explore femininity, ethnicity, physical limitation and culture. They also accompany the music and whisk us off to Pacific Asia. We are now in the world of the Marcos'. Imelda and Ferdinand, that is.

This inaugural performance to open this new cultural hub brings a simple story of an individual, observing her place as a newly arrived migrant in Australia. But as with a really good book, it flips you around and confronts you with an epic storyline that drags out the weight of Spanish cultural colonialism, inter-generational influence, US foreign politics, third world poverty and Imelda's shoes.

The performance is delivered as a monologue of short chapters of history, of reflection. But we start at the end, go to the beginning and then explore all the bits in between. We travel from the Philippines to Australia. We visit the characters of this young woman's life. Her father, her mother and her grandmother.

While we are led through the chapters, the two attendants play at the foot of the stage using projection and multimedia images to provide a frame and another dimension to the story.

There are sometimes simple images and at other times more filmic representations that subtly lift this beautiful text based performance. Multimedia performance is a hard genre to pull off, because of the simple clash of two-dimensional with live action. This performance works most powerfully when the multimedia elements and the spoken word come crashing together and you can see the performer and the light of projection start to blend and mesh.

I really do try to see productions a bit earlier in the season, but I only managed to get to The Unfolding Wife on Thursday eve. It finishes tonight, but this show is a stunning exercise in performance art and theatre that has a earthy theatricality and celebrates simple story-telling.

It is a beautiful production which sits with you and it is the images of a wife unfolding her vulnerability that will startle even a passive observer.


Image: Valerie Berry, courtesy of UTP

Monday, 9 April 2007

Review: RAW - Shaken & Stirred

RAW - Shaken & Stirred
Shopfront Theatre for Young People
6 March 2007


My friend and long time colleague's girlfriend said to me, 'Come on. We're going down on Friday night. Why don't you come and check it out?'

He was a directing mentor for a bunch of students who were honing their skills at Shopfront Theatre for Young People in Carlton. From what I knew, it was an evening of short skits and experimentation that would eventually lead to a more comprehensive show towards the end of the year.

I hadn't been to Carlton, in the heart of Sydney's southern suburban sprawl, for the longest time. An old colleague of mine had been the artistic director there and I had regularly made the journey down to see what the young actors and directors were getting up to. But since her departure, I have been out of the loop.

If you have never been there before, the theatre is out the back of a converted shop and home just next to the train line that stretches from the centre of Sydney all the way down to the Southern Highlands of New South Wales and beyond. There's a barbie out the back, an outdoor loo and a fantastic black box theatre that provides a palate for all these young creatives to gel and create.

It really is a magnificent venue that is the home to the yearly intake of young talent, throwing ideas around, putting on shows, attending classes, making sets, costumes and above all else... theatre.

We all pile in the car, ready for the drive through the bumper to bumper Friday night traffic of King Street and straight down the Princes Highway. In twenty minutes we are there. A crowd is loitering in what appears to be an old garage, hugging polystyrene cups of tea and chocolate wrappers.

On the left of the makeshift box office is an art installation that you can see through a window, as the light pours out, casting a blue and red light over the car park. A quick visit to the bathroom through the kitchen and out the back to where the performers are getting ready and smoking a few cigarettes. There isn't any pretension here.

We all go in. The smell of a freshly painted black floor and walk in music of some new release lounge music.

At first, I was a little ambivalent. What are we going to be fed tonight? You often assume that youth theatre is kind of like the audition theatre that many actors try and produce.

The surprise is that from the moment it started I was drawn in. Astonishing creativity, originality and risk taking theatre that pushed boundaries of bodies in space and played with the theatricality of ideas.

My mind flickered back to an event I went to in Slovenia, just after I arrived to start my year or so of study. A youth theatre festival that brought together troupes of young performers from Romania, Italy, Germany, Portugal, Croatia, Serbia and Hungary. A week long event that celebrated theatre and performance and showed the best of the best from each country, converging together to showcase their ideas and concepts.

And yet, here I was seeing the same originality and bold decisions that made that festival in Slovenia such a highlight of my time there. The type of performance that opens your minds to the possibilities of complicated ideas, executed so beautifully in a celebration of simplicity.

Each of the performances were directed, devised, written and acted by all the young members of this theatre. And they attacked their subject matter bravely and with beautiful results. Each was no longer than about five or ten minutes long and many of them contained unique voices in theatre.

Certainly, some of the ideas didn't quite work and certain character based confidence needed to be injected into some of the performances, but if this is the next generation of directors and performance art devisers, Sydney's theatre scene has a bright future. I'll happily go back to Carlton and see what they do next.


Image: Courtesy STYP

Tuesday, 6 March 2007

David and Goliath

Sydney Morning Herald journalist David Marr gave a speech in 2005 entitled Theatre Under Howard.

Delivered as the Philip Parsons Memorial Lecture, the event has become a highlight calendar event of Sydney's theatre community. It is a time to open up the umbrella of our industry and to take stock of where we sit amongst our society.

Central to his argument was a stunning illustration of the way that the Liberal Party see the arts as infrastructure.

"In John Howard’s Australia, libraries, museums, theatres and orchestras are on the same list as ports and roads and hospitals – traditional institutions, and necessary parts of the civic fabric."

Marr recalled the revolt of government back benchers over the proposed elimination of state symphony orchestra's as a beautiful example of how much government MP's stick up for arts as infrastructure. The Arts Minister of the time, Rod Kemp, was given a report by James Strong, now Australia Council Chair. It called for the reduction in state orchestra's and the back bench were united by outrage and the suggestion swiftly buried.

But as Marr points out: "To understand what’s happened under Howard to the arts in general and theatre in particular – the odd mix of generosity and meanness, celebration and indifference, abuse and support – it’s best to keep in mind the lessons learnt in the kerfuffle over the orchestras: that the bedrock arts policy of the Howard government is not support for the arts – it’s support for arts institutions. Big, traditional institutions."

Immediately this brings to mind all the Major Performing Arts organisations with their big share of the arts funding pie. State orchestra's, theatre companies, galleries, museums and opera companies.

The Liberal Party-arts-as-institution idea is clearly starting to fall apart at the seams. In The West Australian this week, an article exposed the efforts of Western Australian ballet dancers to go on strike. This astonishing news that you would think would only come out of Europe didn't really make headlines in the east. Essentially, junior dancers were asking for a pay rise from their $674 per week pay packet and senior dancers from their $822 pay packet.

This is the oldest ballet company in Australia and a true pinnacle of the Howard government's institutional arts policy. And WA Ballet would love to pay their dancers more. But they simply can't.

Where does this leave the emerging artist?

Certainly these companies do what they fiscally can to keep turning over the omelette of their creativity, but that is certainly not enough to allow the great fabric of artists harness their skills. They are lucky to pay the people already on the payroll, let alone see new and adventurous artists discover new forms or methods.

As a bi-product emerging artists, particularly in Sydney, rely on underground channels, alternative audiences, cobwebs and dust to spread their wings, to fly from the coup, to create their own individual nest of their expression.

What the Federal Government's half sighted policy does is treat the emerging artist as an after thought in the development of the arts in this country.

Which is why the closure of three important Sydney venues this month is a catastrophe.

The first is Lanfranchi's in the inner city which has for the last five years "been a dedicated studio and performance space for a diverse collective of musicians, visual, sound and new media artists, as well as writers, journalists, arts workers and music publishers".

The second is a dance rehearsal studio in Enmore known as the Arts Space. A venue for the creation of new dance, theatre and music. A place for collaboration and creativity, it is yet another victim to the gentrification of the inner city as developers use their persuasive powers over councils.

The third is an underground jazz and music venue in Surry Hills which was shut down by the local council over a zoning issue.

This first thing that Government bodies do is argue with one another over whose problem it is. That it is either a local problem or a state problem of a federal problem... and on and on and on.

They then attempt to justify the closure and argue that with the elimination of these venues, funding will then go into other institutionalised arts spaces. But with the creation of new institutions, marketing and audience numbers begin to dictate method and curatorship. Neither of which have been well known in the history of the arts as being the originators of creativity.

You won't see this news in the Sydney Morning Herald or the ABC. It's far too peripheral.

But that's the important point. It's the periphery that feeds the centre and if we discard it, the centre will be the ones to lose out in the end.

A more concerted effort to protect the increasingly rare and precious space on the periphery needs to be central of any arts policy - local, state or federally.


Image: Bunny and her hula hoops at Lanfranchi's
Photo by: Alex Davies