The view from the front windows at Marr Grounds’ house Narra Bukulla at Tanja is a carefully crafted landscape. The foreground is functional, the middle distance is a sculpted lake, and the distant hillside looks like a Fred Williams. If we have been acculturated to see the world in front of us as a series of “landscapes”, it means we see them like a picture waiting to be framed. And similarly, the “landscape” Marr sees every day, into which he places other people’s sculptures, is never complete. Now at last (and echoing an earlier work from 1981) vertical panes of glass march into the scene, and imaginatively draw us into the picture. It works. Beautifully.

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