There's a building I've walked past, but never inside. I've wondered about the secrets and treasures it hides.
I've walked and I've wondered. I've wondered and I've walked.
Until recently when a friend and I finally strolled through the door...
The Museum of Contemporary Art in Sydney was due for inspection. If the promise of a variety of exhibitions and artworks isn't enough to draw you in, surely the free entry is enough incentive for you to roll in on your cheap skates. A brief roll slightly to the right of the entry will land you at the coat check. Once a weight has literally been lifted from your shoulders let the exploration commence.
That particular artwork was totally lit... because lights and literature.
The New Romance exhibition by Australian and Korean artists was thoroughly disturbing. It reminded me of my Grandpa's place, if he lived in a horror movie.
Following a brisk escape from the clutches of stranger things we observed refugee art. Intriguing works drawn from genuinely horrific adversity created with mediums like coffee, by artists, such as Mohammed.
In the Telling Tales exhibition came the Letter Writing Project by Lee Mingwei. A cathartic opportunity to release pent up gratitude and forgiveness onto paper.
After the art we ventured across the street. I can't tell you why the chicken crossed the road, but we crossed it to get to Customs House.
Travelling to Sydney just for this building might leave you with regrets, but have a peek if you're already in the neighbourhood. Inside we discovered a tiny replica of the harbour city.
Upstairs arose a host of reading options. You could select a chapter book or take another look. Perhaps a seemingly simple, but difficult Dr Seuss you'll find or maybe a children's book about teeth is more your kind.
Step inside the Museum of Contemporary Art and Customs House.
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