National Gallery of Victoria, Melbourne, Australia
All art constitutes a terrain. Rudely physical as much as conceptual, this distance must be traversed in the creation and in the experience. As the maker colonizesor conserves the terra incognita of raw material, the visitor treks past the marks left on the path, and this is felt especially in the sculpture garden; where the ground, the terrain, somehow becomes the work. But what if what is needed is not more work, not a new response to the same old ground, but a new ground altogether A ground that is activated, alive with its own desires, its own scales, its own relentless timing? A landscape across which the visitor can travel, making marks and leaving marks unmade? landmarks represents an attempt to create this new ground, where we can look at a familiar scene rising above a foreign horizon and ask: are we there yet?