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  • Event Report: Dark MoFo Festival, Part Three

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    Nestled among the comings and goings of Hobart town, was a scavenger hunt of art installations hidden in plain sight, waiting for the sunset that happened all too soon each day. The art lived by night. Scattered throughout the golden triangle, down by the water, behind buildings, and in blackened warehouses, the art was accessible to anyone who wanted to look, and participation was one step further. Creatures lurked in the botanical gardens and a ghost ship drifted on the open water. The massive Fire Organ grunted and huffed flames, like a post industrial dragon caught on a parking lot stage. A giant demon sculpture with fierce eyes and protruding breasts and belly, and a car sized fish with open mouth, collected written fears from hundreds of people on to it’s sharp teeth, and was burned in a mass purification ceremony at the end of the week on the evening of the solstice. I filled my paper with anxieties written extra small to fit as much as possible, and hoped that no one snatched my secrets from the jaws of the beast before the incineration (one additional fear). a theme repeated, let not fear guide you here.
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  • Exclusive Report: Dark MoFo Fest, Part II

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    Flying in from the mainland of Australia to Launceston Tasmania, the lighthearted  mood had changed. It was much colder, and spirits and ghosts were noticeably among us. Tragedy hung over the island in the low lying clouds and even wearing three pairs of pants, I couldn’t shake the chill, with cold winds from the Antarctic pole blowing, and I was there all alone.

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