Since its birth 3 years ago, Dark Mofo has become quite the anticipated event for us in Hobart.  It’s become such a hip thing that we are even getting a rare winter cruise ship delivery of interested passengers as part of some Dark Mofo experience package.

Personally I enjoy Dark Mofo because in my head, it’s a replacement for Christmas.  Whilst I will always love having our major summer holidays chronologically at the end of the year, I kind of feel like we are cheated of something to look forward to in our winter, which is in the middle of the year in the Southern Hemisphere.

Thanks to all the British bloggers and vloggers I follow, I get to view, rather voyeuristically, their festive prep – the Christmas jumpers, the mulled wine, the cinnamon cookies, the warm hearty roasts in very British pubs next to roaring fires.  And what to we get during our winter?

Well, now, Dark Mofo (thank Christ).

Myfanwy Shepherd in Cell 16: Bubble

I think this was Cell 13: The Silent Observer

Cell 19: Senor Debris

This year’s was advertised as being the most family friendly, which some may interpret as a sell out to appeal to the mass market.

Certainly since MONA put Tasmanian on the map for ‘must see places’, it makes sense that the organisers would want to spread their range to capture as many generations as possible.  This year seemed perhaps a little less dark in theme, a bit more child-interactive, with fewer installations that leave you alone in your thoughts as you consider the sights in front of you, but I am at heart and introvert and I appreciate things that make me think and confront my sensors with something not mainstream.

Next year might be different.  And that’s the beauty of Dark Mofo.  You can’t tell what’s going to happen next.

These were not my kids. I’m the creep who takes photos of other people’s families.

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This year’s ogoh-ogoh