Surfer Nat Young ended his first article for Tracks, excoriating the established Church, with a reckless sentence that echoes through the exhibition Arcadia: ‘By simply surfing we are supporting the revolution.’

Young’s rallying cry – still seeming, somehow, as plausible as it’s preposterous – allows considerable leeway in interpretation. Freedom of interpretation is fundamental to the exhibition Arcadia…

If it’s about anything, Arcadia is about how it feels to be lean, male, strong, untrammelled and irresponsible: to be a slacker with immense discretionary energy. Almost all the people represented are handsome youths. Indeed, the exhibition is a tribute to the physical bravery, beauty and ebullience of many young men – which is unusual in a show that isn’t about war (although it’s true that conscription shadowed many of the individuals pictured, and many whole bodies like theirs ended up punctured and ripped up in Vietnam). Through photographs, film and text, their free-spirited, passive-revolutionary character shines.

Nicholas Harding’s intricate recent drawings of the trees, rocks and water of the north coast of New South Wales are the surprise inclusion in this exhibition… encouraged by the resemblance of Nat Young’s hair, in Falzon’s photograph, to fibrous vegetation, the selection of Harding drawings emphasises the texture of the photographs and harmonises with their vigorous, yet gentle, sensibility.

Sarah Engledow
National Portrait Gallery


… it is the culture of surfing, particularly in the early 1970s when it was in its golden age as a way of life, that is celebrated in a particularly engaging exhibition at Canberra’s National Portrait Gallery…

There is a pervasive feeling of youthful happiness, innocence and joy, occasionally punctuated by pensiveness…

In [one] picture we watch two boys, again shirtless, picking their way across stepping stones in swampy terrain. Arms in the air, they reach out to keep their balance. So that the image evokes at once the lightness and vitality of their young bodies and somehow also the precariousness of our balance in this world.

Christopher Allen
The Weekend Australian
20 September 2014