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An honest review of Dark Mofo: I screamed into the abyss, and I'd do it again
Where do we draw the line between art that is dark, provocative and challenging, and that which is outright tasteless, excessive, and wrong? Dark Mofo specialises in dancing ferociously on this tedious edge. The Hobart festival just wrapped up its fiery 2025 return with the customary procession and burning of the Ogoh-Ogoh – a giant totem-like effigy crafted by Balinese artists – and it appears that leaning into the provocative has once again (mostly) paid off. (The Mercury is reporting that the festival's return has been an economic success, drawing in more than $50-million dollars in tourist revenue.) Drawing inspiration from pagan solstice rituals, the midwinter festival is all about embracing the blackness of winter, leaning into mischief and debauchery (a suitable theme for a festival spearheaded by MONA, the equally-divisive gallery that put Hobart on the map). Needless to say, I jumped at the chance to finally pop my Dark Mofo cherry this year. And while some detractors are theorising that Dark Mofo has 'lost its edge', what I discovered was a town painted red by a new-age 'Goth Christmas' – and I learned that when you embrace the dark, you might just find the light. Took a knee and screamed into the abyss I was greeted by a discordant chorus of screams as I trudged along Hobart's old industrial waterfront towards Dark Park (a family-friendly festival precinct marked by massive art installations and open fire pits). Just past the site's entrance, which is flanked by towers shooting fireballs into the sky, was a billboard-sized artwork with a message spelled out in large fluorescent letters: 'I'VE COMPOSED A NEW NATIONAL ANTHEM – TAKE A KNEE AND SCREAM UNTIL YOU CAN'T BREATHE'. A theme-park-like soundscape of squeals and yells added to the festival's atmosphere of 'Disneyland, but make it dark'. I dropped to my knees amongst a sea of grown adults, small children and crackly-voiced adolescents, and emptied my lungs into a cathartic roar. I felt lighter – like I had just been given permission to open a release-valve on some of the emotional baggage I had unwillingly hauled to Hobart with me. But later, when reading up on the origins of the artwork ('Neon Anthem' by Nicholas Galanin, a First Nations Tlingit and Unangax artist from Alaska) I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable about the way the piece's original message (as a pointed statement about the tragic murders of men of colour that sparked the Black Lives Matter movement) would be left unexplored by the majority of festivalgoers that came into contact with it. (As well as Dark Mofo itself, whose one-line description of the artwork is pretty light on details.) Witnessed a spectacular high-speed car crash The main act of Dark Mofo's opening weekend was a high-adrenaline piece of performance art, centered on two vehicles locked in a high-speed dance culminating in a visceral head-on collision. Standing amongst the spectators of all ages (some still in prams) gathered in the grandstands on the far side of Dark Park at the Regatta Grounds (where folks would usually gather for sailing events), I felt like I was witnessing the modern-day equivalent to a gladiator battle. The opponents participating in 'Crash Body': Brazilian artist Paula Garcia (performing the latest chapter of a two-decade-long project) going head-to-head with a professional stunt driver. Many spectators peeled off during a tense waiting period where nothing much happened, but when the drivers finally took off, the action was swift and explosive. Being stuck at the back of the crowd and cursed by my modest height, I didn't manage to see the moment of impact, but I heard it – the unmistakable smack of machine against machine – followed by a rising plume of white smoke, and a spontaneous roar of cheers and applause. Waiting around for the performance to start in earnest may have been uncomfortable, but that was nothing compared to the stress of the wait for the artist to emerge from her car. The stunt driver extracted himself quite quickly, but a sense of unease settled over the crowd as we waited for Garcia to be freed from the crumpled car. ('What if she's, like, is actually hurt?') The cheers that erupted when she did, eventually, get out and wave were next level. How ethical is it to perform a very-possibly-deadly stunt to a big crowd? Especially when car accidents needlessly claim so many lives in this country? I haven't quite made my mind up about this – but any spectacle that can draw rev-heads and connoisseurs of the Fast and the Furious franchise to take an interest in art will certainly get a nod of approval from me. Got yelled at by blasphemous puppets at a rave in a former Hillsong Church After the prams packed in for the night, Dark Mofo's adults-only antics kicked on at Night Mass: God Complex, a 'temple of unrest' and 'shrine to excess' in a secret location – aka, an enormous rave taking over what savvy punters have deduced to be a former Hillsong hub, and also sprawling out into a closed-off street. In one room, a pair of felt puppets dressed up as a nun and a festooned priest held court from above a central bar, hurling hilarious insults at punters like a more sacrilegious answer to those old geezers from The Muppets. In another room, DJs hyped up the crowd from a dynamic stage surrounded by screens and glowing Matrix -esque tubes. In the largest space, a procession of excellent bands and live acts played from two alternating stages on a constant loop – one above the crowd, and one on their level (note: balcony stages are underrated, we need more of them!). And upstairs, we were invited to enter a maze to discover mystery art and performers – including a real nude person nestled in the body of a decaying oversized shark, and a barbershop manned by a lingerie-wearing drag queen on a mission to shave off the eyebrows of willing(?) volunteers. Goths bumped elbows with ravers in outfits rigged with strobe lights, eshays, art girlies and middle-aged couples. I was reminded of some of the best nightlife I've ever experienced: Marrickville warehouse parties where you'd be texted the location at the last minute, the unmatched glory of a queer club on a good night, the infectious untz-untz of a remote bush rave, and the hedonic dancefloors of the now-retired Hellfire Club (pour one out for Sydney's longest-running fetish themed nightclub). However, and this is just my personal experience – I was also reminded of how much better nightlife can be when it's centered on a particular subculture or group. When queer performers dance to straight-leaning audiences, it just isn't the same. When I overhear bros on the dancefloor cracking fat jokes, it doesn't feel like we are all fam in this clerb, in fact. (And I'll add, when I can't find a cloakroom at an event on a chilly winter night, I'm gonna get shitty about carrying around my coat.) Night Mass (and Dark Mofo as a whole) is optimised for a broad audience to get a taste of the subversive. That's not necessarily a bad thing – I believe that everyone is better for having a subversive nightlife experience – and it is quite successful at what it sets out to do. (And I've noticed that many artists and performers I admire have been booked because of it, to boot.) Discovered a big, sexy demonic statue on a rain-soaked nighttime art crawl At many spots around Hobart, you can pick up a free map for Dark Mofo's 'Art Walk', which will lead you into all sorts of interesting nooks and crannies to discover works that are strange, beautiful, and also so deeply disturbing that you might find yourself questioning where the line crosses to full-blown trauma porn. From a rooftop on the harbourfront, a gargantuan human hand with a face glares down at festivalgoers (that'll be 'Quasi' by New Zealand artist Ronnie van Hout). In a decommissioned church, a giant, pale, pixie-like creature squats in front of an old organ, razor-sharp teeth are bared from behind its pouting lips (Travis Ficarra's 'Chocolate Goblin' – a highlight for me). Opposite this figure emanating desire and disgust, a pre-recorded performance video depicts a woman (who looks sort of like the little girl from The Ring grew up) delivering a deep, guttural vocal performance that transcends metal to a meditative state ('Mortal Voice' by Karina Utomo and Cura8). Questioned the ethics of trauma porn and violence for art's sake In an abandoned-seeming corporate building, visitors climb the stairs to find a screening of a real performance in which the artist (naked and exposed) is hanging from a noose, and his audience must work together to hold the weight of his body and prevent him from asphyxiating (Carlos Martiel's 'Cuerpo'). Quietly troubling, Martiel's piece is designed to echo the violent public acts of lynching in 19th and 20th-century America (and I'm not so sure that guy who went in at the same time as me should have brought in his young sons…). In the same building, in an experience I only learned of secondhand, an artwork invited viewers to walk down a narrow passageway and squeeze past a man dressed in all-black who would violently swing around a police baton, beating on the walls (Paul Setúbal's 'Because The Knees Bend'). It is things like this that raise uncomfortable questions about the festival's 'theme park of trauma' approach. There are far too many people who don't need to seek out art in order to understand the threat of violence, either from a guy who looks like a riot squad cop, or otherwise. With devastating conflicts and active genocides playing out while politicians wring their hands, and headlines of atrocities flash in our newsfeeds cushioned between thirst traps and Labubu-core recession indicators, what do we get out of replicated violence? Is it enough that it starts a conversation? Found a basement filled with real sheep heads in jars (almost 500 of them) Taking the crown for Dark Mofo's most horrifying artwork this year is Indigenous Tasmanian/Trawulwuy artist Nathan Maynard's 'We threw them down the rocks where they had thrown the sheep'. I joined a short queue on a regular street, and descended into the musty, dimly lit basement of an old furniture store to discover rows of industrial shelving filled with a total of 480 jars – each of them holding a real, preserved sheep head. A confronting display (even for a casual taxidermy enthusiast like myself), Maynard's installation goes a lot deeper than gore – using flesh to "lay bare the legacy of cultural theft and erasure" and call attention to the remains of First Nations ancestors from around the globe "languishing in museums and their storerooms'. The artwork makes direct reference to the 1828 Cape Grim massacre, in which about 30 Aboriginal men were killed by four shepherds – one of many mass killings of Indigenous people during a period in Tasmania known as the Black War (1824-1832) – solemnly calling attention to the horrors of colonial violence. This artwork's provocative approach raises a lot of ethical questions, including whether it should have been presented at all. But, it certainly got people talking, and if anyone has a right to take control of this narrative, it's an Indigenous artist from Tasmania. Saw the most beautiful and primal dance I've ever seen (by a performer coated in mystery goo) Meditative, strangely alluring, transcendently beautiful and somewhat intimidating – Joshua Serafin's VOID will live on in my subconscious for some time. Drawing on this multidisciplinary artist's Filipino heritage and tapping into a divine queer energy, VOID is a performance complete with a 'splash zone'. (The first few rows of the audience were actually provided with plastic ponchos, and the heritage chairs they sat in at Hobart's Theatre Royal – the oldest continually operating theatre in Australia – were also plastic-wrapped.) A suitable fit for the Dark Mofo brief, the piece challenges its audiences with its mystery and slow build. After a lengthy instrumental segment, Serafin emerges – nude, writhing, and illuminated by blue poles of light – to execute a ferociously charged dance punctuated by yelps of passion and rage. Then, following a brief video segment, the piece builds into one of the most stunning displays you'll ever see. Serafin covers their body in a strange, black viscous liquid that's whipped through the air, and some is even flung onto unsuspecting audience members (seated a row behind the sanctioned splash zone, the person sitting next to me copped a wallop of goo). The mystery liquid catches the light in a dazzling way, and the sound of it splashing and smacking on the stage intermingles with the pant of the performer's breath and the immersive music. This is the quality performance art that you want to see platformed at an internationally-recognised festival. Stood dangerously close to a fiery storm of molten metal In the gloom of a subterranean gallery at MONA, sparks are flying – liquid metal to be exact, heated to 1500°C, dripping down from the ceiling in dramatic waves of firelight. Without the fireproof screen standing between me and this transfixing spectacle, this would be a disastrous encounter. But it's actually another more unsuspecting piece in this exhibition that is more likely to disfigure me. As I approach a big block of wood clamped by an odd mechanical device, a gallery attendant warns me not to stand too close – this artwork is designed to break. In the opposite corner, I spot a pile of splintered hunks of wood cast off from previous days. I wonder how large the pile will grow by the time the exhibition closes in April. MONA unveiled in the end, the beginning, the first Australian solo show from Italian artist Arcangelo Sassolino, alongside Dark Mofo's other provocations. It feels reductive to simply refer to Sassolino as a sculptor. Channelling his interest in mechanics and technology, he creates dynamic, kinetic pieces that test the laws of physics – using force, tension, speed, heat and gravity to create dramatic transformations. Aside from the fiery spectacle of the collection's title piece, this exhibition is actually rather quiet and contemplative. As the artist toils to 'free matter from a predetermined form', we are prompted to ponder how we can push and shape ourselves, our circumstances, and perhaps even the world around us beyond what keeps us stuck. Lost (and found) myself in an elaborate mirrored maze With only a few days to explore the excesses of Dark Mofo, I didn't find the time to write down my fears on a note to be burned up with all the others stuffed inside the Ogoh-ogoh effigy before it was set alight. However, I did stumble into my own unexpected ritual of release. The culprit? The 'House of Mirrors'. After touring all over the country, this kaleidoscopic maze created by Australian installation artists Christian Wagstaff and Keith Courtney has stood on the grounds of MONA since 2016. As I made my approach, the attendant outside the gate informed me that some people figure it out in two minutes, while others could take upwards of twenty minutes. (I fell firmly into the latter category, as did many people I continuously bumped into on the inside.) As I cautiously rounded corners, confronted by kaleidoscopic multiples of my own reflection, I became increasingly discombobulated by the maze's dizzying passages. I wound up back at the entrance more than once, and the temptation to give up and take the easy escape was real. But something called me back into the unknown. Despite my weariness, I was determined – and yes, finding my new direction involved taking some wrong turns and a terrifying amount of uncertainty. But I pressed on, energised by the darkness and decadence I had spent the weekend immersed in – and eventually, a new stream of light emerged, and I had found the way to the other side. I felt a quiet sense release upon the realisation that I had freed myself by following my own winding path, and it was more satisfying than retracing my steps ever could be. What does Dark Mofo get right? Rather than fighting it, Dark Mofo embraces the chilling darkness of winter nights. Random shopfronts are illuminated by the festival's signature hue of glowing red as you navigate your way between experiences. Embracing the chilling blackness of the night, Dark Mofo is able to tap into something that other winter festivals in Australia haven't quite been able to capture. It could have something to do with Hobart's size – the vibe is more like a big regional town than a capital city, which balances expectations (the quiet patches between activations and lively venues feel less stark than the lulls in the Vivid Sydney lightwalk, for example). It could also have something to do with the festival's themes – audiences expect the art to be provocative, challenging, dark, and divisive – you go in knowing that it might not be your cup of tea, that it might even be intended to leave you feeling a little sick in the stomach, and thus, you're less likely to feel let down, compared to something that promises a grand dazzling spectacle. Not that Dark Mofo is devoid of spectacle – quite the opposite, actually. Similar to the Biennale of Sydney's 2024 theme, which leaned into the transgressive origins of carnival – Dark Mofo speaks to our need for ritual, for celebration, and to be connected with others in order to move through change and confusion, process pain and grief, and to cope with the exquisite ecstasy, agony and mundanity of being alive. After making my first pilgrimage, I for one, can say that I'll be back for more.
Otago Daily Times
3 days ago
- Otago Daily Times
Balinese cuisine
About a month ago I came back from a two-week trip to Bali with my family. It was amazing; the culture, the people, the sights, but what struck me most was how quickly food is prepared there. We ate out most days to explore the local cuisine. With an exchange rate of $1 to 10,000 Indonesian rupiah, this was surprisingly affordable; less than $8 a meal. In almost every warung (food stall) my family dined at, our food would arrive within 20 minutes. From a hospitality perspective, this was incredible; dishes were always freshly prepared, with a depth of flavour I can only achieve after more than an hour cooking. Yet here they were churning out plate after plate of complex, balanced, and deeply flavoured food in a third of the time. What was the secret? I found out during a two-hour cooking class. Under the careful instruction of Chef Mudana, we made 11 different Balinese recipes. The trick to making so many dishes in such a short period of time? A blend of fresh aromatics and toasted spices called "magic sauce" that forms the base of Balinese cooking. "Magic sauce", also called bumbu Bali (Balinese sauce), basa gede (big spice), basa genep (complete spice paste), or Balinese basic sauce, is named for its ability to boost the flavour of everything it is added to. Traditionally prepared fresh every day at home, chopped aromatics and spices are ground in a mortar and pestle, then fried in coconut oil to release their flavourful oils. In restaurants it is usually batch prepped and frozen to save time. It got me thinking; how can I make this work in my own life? I often find myself at a loss for quick and easy dinner ideas. As the days get colder, I crave warming, comforting meals that get on the table in less than an hour. I adapted a traditional recipe for "magic sauce" as a solution to this problem. The authentic version uses galangal, candlenut and aromatic ginger. However, these can be difficult to find in New Zealand so I've substituted these ingredients, making sure to maintain the vibrant flavours of Bali. The other two recipes included here, aromatic miso soup and coconut-crumbed chicken, are some examples of how you can easily use "magic sauce" to add flavour into a dish. With a side of rice, they come together in a balanced dinner that takes 30 minutes or less to make. Ultimately, recipes should serve you. As with anything, you can, and should, swap out the ingredients to fit your taste. If you don't like heat, leave the chilli out. Want more lime? Zest to your heart's content. As a general rule, stick to fresh produce and whole spices; the extra effort tastes so much better. Coconut-crumbed chicken This recipe is inspired by sate lilit, a speciality of Bali which means "to wrap around". When I tried this in Bali, coconut chicken was formed around stalks of lemongrass and grilled. However, this proved a challenge during testing. My answer is to coat the chicken in a mixture of coconut and breadcrumbs before pan-frying. It brings a delightful nutty crunch while keeping the tropical coconut flavour essential to the dish. Makes 20 Cooking time 20 min 500g minced chicken 3 Tbsp magic sauce 1 tsp brown sugar 1 tsp salt ¼ C unsweetened desiccated coconut ¼ C panko breadcrumbs 3 Tbsp coconut oil Thinly sliced red chilli, to garnish Method Put the chicken, magic sauce, brown sugar and salt in a medium-sized bowl and mix well. Take tablespoonfuls of the mixture and form into ping pong-sized balls; you should get around 20. Set aside. Put the coconut and panko breadcrumbs in a shallow bowl and mix well. Roll the chicken balls in the mixture, coating both sides, then flatten into 1cm thick patties. Heat the coconut oil in a large frying pan over medium heat. When you see the oil shimmering, add the patties and pan-fry, flipping once until golden brown on both sides and the chicken is cooked through, about 10 minutes (or until chicken registers 75°C on a meat thermometer). Place on paper towels to drain, then garnish with sliced chilli and serve with aromatic miso soup (see recipe this page) and a side of steamed rice. Tip: Make a double batch of these, then freeze and pull them out for a quick week-night meal. Reheat in the oven for 20 minutes at 175°C, no thawing required. Aromatic miso soup Miso soup is one of the most comforting dishes out there. It comes together in a few minutes and always delivers. Frying off some shallots and magic sauce takes it to the next level, bringing a fragrant Balinese twist to this classic soup. Serves 4 Cooking time 15min 1 Tbsp coconut oil 2 shallots or ½ a red onion, finely sliced 50g magic sauce 1 litre chicken stock [or 1 litre water and 1 ½ tsp chicken stock powder] 2 bay leaves 2 cloves 4 tsp miso paste Lime juice, to finish Method Heat the coconut oil in a saucepan over medium heat, then add the shallots and cook for two minutes or until golden. Add the magic sauce (see recipe on this page) and cook a further minute until fragrant. Add the stock, bay leaves and cloves, bring to the boil, and simmer for five minutes. Take the saucepan off the heat and stir in the miso paste. Season with salt and finish with a squeeze of lime juice. Remove the bay leaves and discard. Serve with coconut-crumbed chicken (see recipe this page) and a side of steamed rice. Magic sauce Punchy, zingy and vibrant, this sauce is sure to bring some brightness into your evening meals. The ingredient list may seem daunting, but it comes together quickly and leaves your kitchen smelling divine. Double or triple the recipe to have a stash on hand to throw in curries, stir-fries or soups; the options are endless. Makes 150g Cooking time 20min 1 Tbsp macadamia nuts ½ tsp black peppercorns ½ tsp white peppercorns ½ tsp coriander seeds 3 cloves 1 tsp ground turmeric 2 medium shallots or ½ a red onion, finely chopped 8 cloves garlic, finely chopped 5cm piece of ginger, peeled and finely chopped 1 red chilli, finely chopped, or 1 tsp chilli flakes 1 lemongrass stalk, white part only, finely chopped, or 1 Tbsp of lemongrass paste Zest of 1 lime, finely grated 1 Tbsp coconut oil 1 bay leaf ½ tsp shrimp paste or 1 tsp fish sauce 1 tsp salt Method Toast the macadamia nuts, peppercorns, coriander seeds and cloves in a small frying pan over low heat until golden and fragrant. Keep a close eye on them as they can burn in seconds. Tip on to a plate and set aside. Put the toasted spice and nut mixture and turmeric in a mortar and pestle and grind until smooth. Add the shallots, garlic, ginger, chilli, lemongrass and lime zest and continue to grind until you have a deep yellow, smooth sauce. Heat the coconut oil in a small pan over low heat. Add the sauce, bay leaf, shrimp paste and salt and pan-fry the sauce until it is golden brown and fragrant, about five to 10 minutes. Set aside to cool, removing and discarding the bay leaf. To store, freeze tablespoonfuls of the sauce in an ice cube tray, ready to add to a marinade or for soup and a stir-fry. The sauce will keep for six months frozen, or one week in the fridge. Note: If doubling or tripling the recipe, work in batches when grinding, so you don't overcrowd the mortar and pestle. If you'd rather use a food processor you can, just make sure to grind the spices separately first. You'll need to pan-fry the sauce for five to 10 minutes longer too.
Herald Sun
5 days ago
- Herald Sun
Arrest made after Australian man Zivan Radmanovic shot dead in Bali
Don't miss out on the headlines from Breaking News. Followed categories will be added to My News. Bali police have arrested a man after an Australian was shot dead and another seriously injured. The shooting happened at a villa north of Kuta on Saturday. A Bali police spokesperson told News Corp an arrest was made in the early hours of Monday. Melbourne man Zivan Radmanovic, 32, was shot dead in the incident. His wife was in the villa but not physically injured. Fellow Melbourne man Sanar Ghanim, 34, was also shot during the attack. An image shows Mr Ghanim being tended to by paramedics while his feet and face are covered in blood. 'I've lost my son, I've lost my only son,' Brian Radmanovic told the media from his Melbourne home on Sunday. Relatives of Mr Radmanovic's have been photographed at the morgue of a Denpasar hospital. Mr Ghanim was pictured leaving another hospital in a wheelchair on Sunday. Balinese police quickly released details of the shooting in an attempt to locate two alleged suspects. The suspected shooters spoke in strong Australian accents, police said, which witnesses heard as one shouted 'I can't start my bike' before they fled. Police have collected 17 bullet casings from the scene. Images of the villa show bullet holes in the windows and large blood stains on the floor. Mr Ghanim has a child with the stepdaughter of slain Melbourne underworld kingpin Carl Williams. There is speculation the attack could be linked to criminal tensions in Melbourne. Mr Ghanim has a significant criminal history including firearms and violent offences. Given witness accounts that the alleged attackers spoke with Australian accents, Balinese police quickly confirmed they had alerted authorities at all airports and exit points from the country. Premeditated murder carries the death penalty in Indonesia. The possibility of the death penalty means Australian Federal Police need approval from the Home Affairs Minister to share information, should an arrest be made. More to come Originally published as Arrest made after Australian man shot dead in Bali
Sydney Morning Herald
5 days ago
- Sydney Morning Herald
Second Bali shooting victim identified
National The second, non-fatal victim of a shooting at a Balinese villa has been identified as the ex-partner of Roberta Williams' daughter.
The Age
5 days ago
- The Age
Second Bali shooting victim identified
National The second, non-fatal victim of a shooting at a Balinese villa has been identified as the ex-partner of Roberta Williams' daughter.
