For Peter…

The Gang couldn’t possibly sortie south without swinging by our fave hipster, Edward Kelly. So on Sunday we did a road trip to Bendigo for…


…currently showing at the Bendigo Regional Gallery. No great surprises, of course. Being avid Ned-o-philes we’ve seen most of the works at one time or another (at the very least on the net), but it was wonderful to be immersed in it all – and in one place! Given that we’re about to launch ourselves into studio practice proper, it was a timely opportunity to re-inhabit ‘Ned head’.




The iconic artefacts set the scene and then it was off and running in the contemporary homage stakes. The field was led – it goes without saying – by Sid, and the BRG did a nice job of going off-piste with a couple of very impressive (and humungous) tapestries from the Portalegre Tapestry Workshop (see here); Sidney Nolan, Glenrowan, wool (both)…



So vibrant – just divine (click to enlarge all images.) Other Sid gems included: Kelly at the river (1964), synthetic polymer paint on composition board…


Crossing the River (1964), oil on composition board…




and Kelly, oil and enamel on composition board (painted in the year of our birth, 1955)…


…[which perhaps the architects had in mind when they designed Federation Square! n(Ed)]

Other highlights were Arthur Boyd’s Ned Kelly, glazed and coloured terracotta (c1954)…


Albert Tucker’s Metamorphosis of Ned Kelly, synthetic polymer paint on composition board (1954)…


HaHa (Regan Tamanui)’s Ned, stencil print (2004)…


and Ned’s Head (which we’ve been enjoying on streetscapes across the country over the last decade)…


Mars Drum’s Ned and Burqa on the Pink Lake IV, digital print (2015)…


Freddie Timm’s Ned Kelly, natural ochre pigment on canvas (2000)…


Adam Cullen’s Kelly at Glenrowan, synthetic polymer paint on linen (2011)…


and Sir Galahad Poo’s handz down favourite, Juan Davila’s Sentimental history of Australian art, synthetic polymer paint on canvas (1982)…




…he lingered somewhat.

Anyhoo, consider this a mere taster for a terrific exhibition – there’s plenty more besides, not to mention the rest of this remarkable gallery’s permanent collection, etcetera. What a treasure of a regional gallery it is!

What a treasure of a town, in fact. So culturally progressive/enlightened/connected. Absolutely bloody marvellous.

Other side dishes that caught our eye included Arthur Boyd’s fridge, Leda and the swan, enamel on steel (1958)…


and another Poo favourite, the astro turf rotunda (mea culpa, we didn’t get the artist’s name)…



What an incredibly soul nourishing trip it was. And on arrival back at the Hideout we were greeted with this further fillip…


…in concert with this (the view from the workshop door)…


It’s a sign we tells ya!

Our own Australia Day ceremonials…


Here at the Hideout we’re thrilled to share the news of the civil elevation of our dear Poo in yesterday’s Australia Day honours list!!

He’s been made Lord Warden of the Sink Portables – and those of you wishing to observe protocol are advised to accord him all the appropriate courtesies and address him henceforth as Sir Poo, Lord Warden of the Sink Portables, OM (Knight of the Ordure of the Mire.)

We gave him a suitable toasting, as one would expect…



…and Minnie has promised to make him a garter.

It was certainly a most unexpected turn of events in what had been a traditionally conventional Wyndham Oz Day long weekend; beach, relaxed house-guests and the requisite cocktail-o-rhumba…


jac redo

We’d had such a lovely few days in the lead up – mooching with Dira and La Groppa (who has maintained that idiosyncratic refusal to be photographed, long before Sia even thought of it) – and so we’re happy to report that the Poo didn’t spoil the mood by insisting on any sudden and uncharacteristic formality.

“Just call me Poo” he declared in the approved manner of the classic, self-effacing Aussie. And so we shall.

[Ps: thanks for the Tatt, Jacq – our fave treat. n(Ed)]

Neddy’s naming day…


Well given that we’ve had no control over the peculiar weather, neither have we sought to seriously formalise the progressive milestones of the workshop set-up…until now.  Today was the most important day ever for Prisoners of the Crown (Megsie-centric at least), because today we christened our most adored and favourite son, Ned.

[Okay, okay, aka Megsie’s Big Box, for all you silly buggers who happen to be so inclined. n(Ed))

Today we luncheoned – 5 peeps and six dogs, all of whom are card-carrying adore-eez of Ned Kelly (and if they’re not they’re hardly likely to fess up to Megsie about that, are they?)

Sammy Jo and Iain had left a bottle of our fave bubbles to wet the kiln’s head when it finally arrived. And so we did, with Rogero, Kez and 3 of their cute doggies…


And frankly, if you don’t have the Poo and Taittinger in the mix it really doesn’t cut it, does it darlings…


Happy happy joy joy.


This was a truly seminal moment for partners-in-crime, Ginger and Megsie…


…if only because Megsie can now get excited about her own workshop and leave Ginger entirely to her own devices…(ha!)

You know, we’ve come to all sorts of conclusions in our old age, darlings – but the most significantly enduring is that circumstances are best served when one is sensible enough to avoid the crowd scenario. Yep, hard to imagine (we know!) but these days we really do like it small and close and sincere.

So for all of you out there who would have liked to have attended Ned’s christening…we genuinely thank you and apologise most sincerely.

But hey, it’s ultimately all about mise en place (so, you’re ready when you’re ready.)

Definitely not personal, we promise.

Santa’s back…


…this time for Megsie…







Happiness is one big mo-fo oven.




The Poo says yes!!


We’ll be having a naming ceremony soon – no prizes for guessing!

[And while we do appreciate your many (emailed) suggestions of ‘Megsie’s Box’, we hate to have to disappoint you. Because as much as we find the concept perfectly acceptable – and have to fess up that we already play with it informally (as in, have you seen my box/do you want to see my box…and yes, Harijs has already suggested a kiln merkin, an enchanting idea that we are naturally considering very seriously) – the kiln will bear a far more legendary title. That notwithstanding, we do anticipate pun central-o-rama, particularly in-house. It’s simply irresistible. n(Ed)]