Playground of art
Travel to one of the most southerly places on Earth, and you’re in for a surprise.
If you’re expecting a stately trudge around an Australian Tate Modern, think again. You don’t even make it inside the doors and the outlandish architecture of the surrounds are a beguiling delight, with rusty metal ramparts and even an elaborate chapel tucked away on site.
Getting to grips with the collection is a novelty as you’re handed an iPod to navigate your way around floors of exhibits which dazzle, challenge and quite simply entertain, from water spouts which spurt out randomly generated words to the pungent-smelling cloaca, which mimics every part of human digestion.
There is also a room dedicated to artworks where “parental discretion is advised”. Hard not to make a beeline for that. It’s not all titillating and subversive at the museum, but interesting it most certainly is.
After the art, there’s the inevitable gift shop and raft of cafes. Outsized beanbags are scattered across the lawn where you can lounge and reflect, while noticing a wealth of quirky details in every corner of the grounds.
Walsh may have put his cultural playground in a distant place, but if you make it there, this experience has to be high up on your list.
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