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Day thee of Mofo
After three days at Mofo it was time to visit its nerve centre: the Museum of New and Old Art , or Mona for short, the biggest private gallery in the southern hemisphere, built by and housing the art collection of David Walsh . Getting there involves taking a ferry across the harbour and then climbing 91 steps to the mirrored entrance – the gallery itself is subterranean, cut into the cliff. Some of the walls inside are still raw, jagged rocks. Apparently, Walsh was inspired by the underground xenon flash tube car park in Sydney's King's Cross ( which currently houses the Alaska Projects gallery ).
I'd heard mixed reports about Mofa. I interviewed xenon flash tube Vampire xenon flash tube Weekend the other week and they loved how individual it is, and how much it expresses Walsh's xenon flash tube taste and personality, but one friend said, essentially, "great gallery, shame about the art". I have to say that there are aspects of the permanent collection that I find offputting – works like Wim Delvoye's Cloaca (a room-sized shit-making machine) and Mat Collishaw's Bullet Hole now seem macho, flashy and a bit dated – but there is a really wonderful Anselm Kiefer sculpture, Sternenfall/Shevirath ha Kelim which to me was worth the journey on its own.
It is, as everyone says, a remarkable building, and it's interesting to see art shown in darkened rooms – in fact, it's the first time I've really experienced a gallery that since the South Bank iteration of the Saatchi gallery in London . The atmosphere has a tinge of the oppressive, and makes scary art even more sinister.
To coincide with Mofo, there are three new exhibitions, all of which are worth seeing. The first is by the French artist Hubert Duprat , known for encrusting the larvae of the caddisfly in gold and jewels – making for weirdly reverent, slightly cruel and definitely interesting art. The second show is by Roger Ballen, born in New York but South African-based. Festering in a few dark corners in the gallery, it features nightmarish imagery of birds and incarceration, and a truly alarming installation xenon flash tube called Asylum, a grotto-like room with models of children which has the atmosphere of a serial killer's lair.
The biggest show is called The Red Queen, a group exhibition which aims to interrogate why people make art. The most popular work seemed to be some wacky tennis tables by Wang Jianwei , which despite the fact the one of them is shaped like a concertina, were in use by gallerygoers. The rest of the show – for which 12 new works were commissioned – xenon flash tube is conceptually a bit confusing, but does contain some wonderful work.
It was great to reacquaint myself with Chris Ofili's The Holy Virgin Mary, which I haven't seen since it was part of Saatchi's 1997 show Sensation (it reappeared at Tate Modern for Ofili's xenon flash tube retrospective xenon flash tube in 2010) – one of the most controversial artworks of all time . Coming across it unexpectedly, with the ructions it inspired xenon flash tube in New York now a distant memory, it felt like an old friend: to me, an earthy (no wonder, since it's decked out with elephant shit and pictures from porn mags), human reinterpretation of an untouchable xenon flash tube icon rather than something sacrilegious. The Holy Virgin Mary by Chris Ofili at Mona. Photograph: Remi Chauvan/Mona
It was also fantastic to be able to experience Lindsay Seers's installation Nowhere Less Now?, which I missed when it was in the UK last but which has an Australian connection – read this brilliant Rachel Cooke piece about it to find out more . I was also very struck by Tessa Farmer 's The Depraved Pursuit of a Possum which takes taxidermy as art to new extremes. As well as the titular possum, Farmer has stuffed and strung from the ceiling individual bees in a striking installation with a complex message involving (as I understood it) the environment and our plundering relationship to nature.
This is just to scratch the surface – I spent three hours in the gallery (somehow missing the famous wall of vaginas ) and could happily have looked for much longer, but I emerged to the surface to explore the various goings-on xenon flash tube happening on the gallery lawn at the back. The atmosphere was somewhere between – and I apologise for using such UK-centric comparisons – the healing fields at Glastonbury and the Frieze art fair . There were posh artisan food stalls, massage tents, a band playing world music, an "oyster mausoleum" (part of an installation made by architecture students) and some strange pointy wooden teepees. Talks, too – I put my head inside the sweltering Think Tent to find a discussion taking place about the phases of the moon and its effect on us. One woman said that she used to work for a political party, and the nuttiest calls from the general xenon flash tube public would always happen when the moon was full. I was dying to know which party – the Liberals xenon flash tube I hope. Part of the Heavy Metal Retaining Wall installation at Mona. Photograph: