I went to Canberra this weekend. Here are some photos.

The only mark of Griffin’s plan for a rail line running along Commonwealth Avenue is this line of Eucalypts; straggly, unkempt trees, obediently standing in line, socks falling down in wait of a steam powered transport that will rocket their city well and truly into the twentieth century.

There has been much fuss about the entry to this particular gallery. Apparently it doesn’t work, is confusing, whatever. The three or four people who wanted to go to the National Gallery today seemed to find their way into the building without too much difficulty. Perhaps when gallery attendance reaches double figures they will have to refigure balustrades etc for crowd loading. Or something.

The Reverse Land Axis.

The gallery, as mentioned above, was near empty. Everyone in the whole place was standing around Blue Poles. Transfixed. I was like, yeah whatever, Blue Poles, my kid could do better than that.