Published: March 02, 2020
From Megan Cope to Stelarc, the artists at this year’s biennial confront the disturbing unknown head-on
A subtle scent of honey mixes with the smell of freshly cut wood as I lie down on the hive. Beside my right ear, bees fly through a clear tube leading to the outside world. Their low drone mixes with the soft clunks when they hit the perspex: a punctuated murmur.
In Mike Bianco’s Anthrocomb, a tiny house in the Adelaide Botanic Gardens, sunlight plays with the leaves outside and refracts through the silk the artist has draped over my eyes. This is meant to be a practice in mindfulness, in considering our place as stewards of nature. But with the play of light and the soft crackling tones, my mind turns to fire.
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