While interrogating the gallery minder at Gertrude Contemporary Art Space about what was good on in town [my favourite past time as a tourist]. A friendly local artist John Meade offered us a lift and directions to some galleries in the neighbourhood. We dropped into an artist-run gallery called Conical.
A rather delightful exhibition of sculptures. Now I now in these times of cynical/abject/political art, most artists would be loathe to hear their work described as delightful, but it really was that. A really good artist-run space, an excellent bit of real estate that we could only dream of in Sydney.
We got lost and found and finally located another art space but it was too late, so we found ourselves in the back streets of Collingwood a bit cold and tired.