Matthew Bradley: The year of a thousand suns
I’ve often thought of Matthew Bradley as a survivor, ever since he scaled the tallest tower in the plains of suburban Adelaide, with a video camera gaffer-taped to his helmet, because it was there. He took the wide view, a view that could be experienced only by doing it: preparing for and making the climb, at risk (May Dawn, 2001). Around the same time we had one of those brief intense conversations that can occasionally be had at an exhibition opening. David Hicks was in trouble, and Matthew said, “That could’ve been me”. There’s never more than a hair’s breadth between one world and something else – be it the paradoxical nothing or another kind of world.
