Neil Murray in a delicate situation under a raw red moon leaves us to judge. I like his gestural quality, indicative of wide open spaces, there's often a sense of one world confounded by another, as in 'baby shark time', or a brief glimpse through a doorway which opens between worlds, then closes again, 'the language of the eyes'. Images are surreptitious, coming out of people's relationships with one another, none of that solipsist hippy hiker here, great stories nicely phrased. And he tells us something of his own in stripped down lines which carry their freight of emotion with ease. You can see him coming a long way this one. You wouldn't put him in a boxing tent, you'd have to put him in a band. (Eric Beach),
Language
English,
Subject
1904 - Performing Arts and Creative Writing,
Fiction,
Northern Australia,