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In the midst of the suffocating summer heat, the crash of the stock market still ringing in his ears, John Buckley hits the streets of Melbourne scouring artists studios in search of new painting. If anything can lift the current mood du jour, it’s the emotive response one has - exclusively - when encountering an artwork –a picture that removes your feet from the gallery floor and catapults them into that pleasurable bit of your psyche you have neglected whilst busy pouring over the ASX announcements of the Fin Review. |
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