Saturday, February 23, 2008
I don't care what anyone says about the Christchurch Art Gallery being a square box with a frilly facade. I LOVE that frilly facade. Every time I set foot in the place it dishes up a wealth of photographic material - shafts of ever-changing light filtering through apertures, reflections dancing across the wide, undulating glass wall, shadows reaching out across the foyer floor. It's all good news to me.