Brunswick Street Gallery

Why wouldn’t there be a gallery in the middle of a hipster town? I mean it’s expected like a baby crying when he/​she is hungry. It’s expected like death, taxes and change. It’s on the 2^nd floor and with multiple rooms. It’s free and the person welcoming people in are very nice.
Now, the art work. I can’t say that it’s NYC’s Met or MoMA quality but it’s not supposed to be. I actually came in hoping they had air conditioning and failed then I was hoping they had some decent art work. Failed again.
Overall, I can’t say much besides it’s free and interesting experience to see different art from Aussie hipsters. Would I return? I don’t think so.

I climb the stairs between two Turkish take-​aways and upstairs. On the first floor, Tessa Yee was working on the computer preparing for the opening of Brunswick Street Gallery’s photography prize exhibition. I know Tessa well from the time that we had worked together on the Melbourne Stencil Festival.
Milly, the gallery cat was hanging around and happy for me to pet her. She followed me around the gallery wondering why humans suddenly stop and stare at the walls. Sometimes I wonder the same thing about cats.
The current photography exhibition had filled both floors of the gallery. The funds a lot of their exhibitions by organizing these group shows with prizes. The exhibiting artists are a mix of amateurs, semi-​professionals and professionals. Brunswick Street Gallery has eight separate rooms that, on this occasion, were all full of entries to their photography prize, at other times there will be up to eight separate exhibitions. One of the rooms has black walls now, makes a change from the standard white gallery walls and the photographs look great against the black.
The gallery has a bar that sells beer, wine and champagne at exhibition openings.