
“Imagination is the beginning of creation. You imagine what you desire, you will what you imagine and at last you create what you will.”
G B Shaw. more…

“Imagination is the beginning of creation. You imagine what you desire, you will what you imagine and at last you create what you will.”
G B Shaw. more…

It was last Wednesday when I saw this show. I don’t need my diary to remind me of that. more…

A quiet and modest email lands in my inbox. Unlike the usual “COME SEE MY PLAY” demands of the industry, it’s a neat and modest request, that I come to the International premiere of new Australian play. How could I resist? more…

As the Sydney Festival explodes with various opening nights and outdoor events – like well-considered fireworks – there has been the usual buzz and hum of opinions colliding and clashing in print, in cafes, in foyers, in parks and online. more…
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It’s been a long time since I have seen anything like BURIED CITY. more…
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It’s true that often the most anticipated events of the Sydney Festival is hidden within the beautiful transient walls of The Famous Spiegeltent – and it appears that 2012 is not the year of the dragon, but the year of the cat. more…

On Sunday evening at Shopfront in Cartlon, I sit in the foyer. And all I can hear is a hub-bub inside the theatre.
Among the parents and the kids checking out the artworks on display, Howard Matthew, Shopfront’s co-artistic director smiles at me.
‘Sounds fun,’ I say.
‘Fun?’ he says, ‘It’s more like Lord of the Flies!’
‘Yes, well… it sounds fun. Lord of the Flies is fun, except if you are Piggy.’ I reply. more…

God’s Ear – A new American play by Jenny Schwarz, directed by Jonathan Wald was the final show of the inaugural Reginald Season for 2011 and it was in the last few days of it’s season that I found myself spontaneously in a seat at the Seymour. more…

In the corner of a room, floorboards. An armchair. A rug. A shelf with a CD player, books and sketch books, paintbrushes. A short bookshelf of books, an easel. A few pencil sketches taped to the wall. more…