Patchwork, ironic, serious and kitsch: the best of the Archibald finalists
In early 1973 I was responsible for administering and hanging the 1972 Archibald Prize. This was not because of any expertise on my part but because, as the most junior lowly curatorial assistant, I was given the most loathed of all curatorial tasks. It's fair to say that back in the 70s the Art Gallery […]
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