Heide (named after nearby Heidelberg) was the home of John and Sunday Reed from the mid-1930s; it became a mecca for artists from across Australia and finally became a public art gallery in 1981, just before the Reeds' deaths. As well as the art gallery buildings there are 15 acres of beautiful landscaped gardens with tin cows grazing in meadows and quirky sculptures everywhere. You can picnic (as we did) on the grass surrounded by beautiful trees, spending a lovely autumn morning there without even going in to the gallery, though plenty of people did and even more seemed to be eating splendidly in Café Vue. A wonderful place just at the back of the hideous three lane highways and bland industrial wasteland of suburban north-east Melbourne.
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Sunday, May 20, 2012
The Museum of Old and New Art ("MONA") was an unexpected and delightful discovery in Tasmania. Accessible inter alia by ferry from Hobart, it's an incredible private gallery, founded by the idiosyncratic David Walsh who apparently made his money from devising and utilising a mathematical gambling system. The ferry passes multifaceted cliffs, an industrial site complete with giant metal constructions and a bridge that seems to point the way; in the distance a rust-coloured, rust-covered structure appears and on docking, you climb about a hundred steps to the gallery. The entrance to the gallery is on the hill and you descend a large spiral staircase, winding around a glass lift shaft, into the multi-level, cathedral-like exhibition space which has been blasted from the sandstone, an exercise apparently costing $100 million alone. Every visitor is given an iPhone ("OPhone") which gives details of each artwork as you pass nearby and enables you to love or hate it (7% of visitors liked the first work I loved, but it's not clear whether that's all visitors from all time, ie since MONA opened in January 2011, or just those who expressed a preference) and read splendidly mordant comments by David Walsh himself about the works (he admits candidly that the reason he has come to appreciate the Damien Hirst spin painting may be that it cost him "half a million bucks". There is, as advertised, both old and new art displayed, brilliantly, side by side: both very, very old (pre-historic) and very, very new. It's hard to describe what a transcendentally wonderful place this is and my photos don't do it justice. MONA alone was worth the trip to Tasmania and it is probably the best art gallery I've ever visited: a breathtakingly exciting experience and a source of wonder.
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Albert Street Food and Wine, sited in an old bank and with the vault to prove it, is a fairly new addition to Sydney Road's mixed bag of restaurants. The decor is clean-cut and utilitarian, with glimpses of the original steel ceiling joists, and there's a little fine food shop annexed to the main restaurant, which on a Saturday at lunchtime was full to capacity. The food was uniformly excellent: from starters of beautifully grilled, perfectly squeaky halloumi with yellow zucchini pickle and juicy wagyu skewers with plump white anchovies, via main courses of tender pork cutlet accompanied by bittersweet red cabbage and lamb on wonderfully creamy polenta, to cool, trembling, pistachio panna cotta with fresh cherries and blueberries and a Meyer lemon tart which was satisfyingly lemony. The wait staff were on the ball despite the crowds.