Mainly kind and occasionally catty reviews of Sydney theatre, art, comedy and sundry. It’s impossible to say just what a thing is in this world, but here’s to trying, and trying not to be dull.
Two Cents: Aurat Raj (25a)
A thick spire of twisted fabrics reaches up, or plunges down; a heavy umbilical cord between sky and earth. A frozen vortex is at its base, or a dark and oily mirror.
Two Cents: Not Now, Not Ever (Queen Hades Productions)
Flouncing across stage in a shuffling bop, excitedly kneading her little hoofs into the front of her fleece, and coquettishly elongating a perfect stockinged leg capped with shining-black tap-dance shoe, Lib Campbell is an adorably prurient talking bovid.