Inside the Collection

Inspired by an Incinerator

March 30, 2011

Anni Turnbull
Well not just any incinerator. The Pyrmont incinerator was rather special, it was one designed by Walter Burley Griffin (1876-1937) in 1935. Memorable on the Pyrmont skyline for fifty years the incinerator or reverberator has inspired responses from a variety of artists even after its removal from the landscape.

Matcham Skipper (1921-2011)

March 24, 2011

Eva Czernis-Ryl
A legend of Melbourne’s bohemian world of the post war decades, Matcham Skipper was a sculptor and jeweller with passion for both the art of metal and unconventional lifestyle. As a jeweller, Skipper was mostly self-taught, drawn to experimenting with silver and gold ‘because of their sensual, ductile qualities’.

The Bunsen burner and the periodic table

March 21, 2011

Debbie Rudder
Most of us are familiar with the Bunsen burner from our high schools days. I hope that mention of it brings a flood of pleasant (if sometimes smelly) memories. One of these memories should be the definition of an element, an idea that is central to the science of chemistry: a pure substance that can't be broken down into simpler substances.


March 16, 2011

Charles Pickett
I love ruins, and I’m not alone in this taste. A fair swag of the world’s most visited tourist sites are ruins: the Forum, the Great Wall, the Pyramids and so on – it’s an impressive list.

Bernard Sahm (1926-2011)

March 14, 2011

Paul Donnelly
Bernard Sahm was a greatly respected potter whose work is represented in all the major galleries of Australia. He trained and practiced as an industrial draughtsman which gave him skills he was to use in his distinctive ceramic output that frequently included drawn and applied detail.

The Trolley man Part 2

March 9, 2011

Charles Pickett
In May 2010 I published a Curatorial blog piece about Josef Cindric and his trolley. Towards the end of his life, Cindric became something of a minor celebrity. Artists photographed and filmed him.

Cool Tartan

March 2, 2011

Lynne McNairn
Recently I stopped to look at a Highland Pipe Band who were playing in the Corso at Manly. It was a hot and sticky Sydney summer day and the heavy tartan kilts looked out of place although the band members were wearing short sleeved shirts and did not have jackets.