The pauses in Sandy's monologues were worthy of Beckett. Critics acclaimed a ‘darkness reminiscent of Philip Larkin’, ‘Ezra Pound with the lights out’ and a pervading ‘Checkovian melancholy’. Barry more prosaically described Sandy as the voice of a different and vanishing Melbourne 'talking in its sleep'
There’s less glitz and glamour, more a mood of solemnity at the 60th edition of the Biennale, with revelatory work from Nigeria, Bulgaria and the global south living up to the festival’s provocative subtitle, Foreigners Everywhere…