The epicentre of Dark Park is either at the Winter Feast or at Dark Park (depending on your hunger levels). Dark Park takes over an abandoned industrial area near the port each year and features some of the festivals best exhibits. This year’s Dark Park expanded massively on last year’s efforts with a sprawling site filled with sights and sounds. Pointy towers of flame lit up the darkness intermittently, while a red neon rope pointed the way to the highlights.
The abandoned warehouses and factories that come alive during the festival really are the perfect place to hold such an event, they just fit right into the overall theme.I also loved the somewhat haphazard nature of the site. You felt like you could just do anything and nobody would bat an eyelid. There were no fences up around the fire barrels, no foam on top of bits of metal from the industrial sites, it was a stark contrast to our obsession with safety that you see at so many events these days. I read an article saying that it could only happen here in Hobart and that any other city would strip away everything in the pursuit of safety and good taste, that the whole meaning would be lost.
The Cloud by Patrick Hall “Hundreds of illuminated faces hang overhead in bottles, and weep into a thin skim of water on the ground below”. Of course!
Dark Mofo is a great feather in Hobart’s cap, it’s wonderful that this small little city on this island at the edge of the world can put on such a spectacle of the obscure, a celebration of all things dark, an obsession with death that when the dust has settled, you realise….you’ve never felt so alive.