Infinity

Overview

According to the laws of physics, time travel is an impossible travesty of causality and physics. Well, probably. But according to the Compound — a normally forbidding-looking arts workshop strung between Serial Space and the White Rabbit — time machines are not only possible, they’ve got one upstairs. They’re showing it for one night only during Chippendale’s Art Month party in the form of Cassandra Scott-Finn’s sculpture Infinity.

Her literature describes the Infinity sculpture as Tardis-shaped, though only one actually had the transparent prism vibe in the late–80s bits we don’t talk about any more. Better than its art-department predecessor, Scott-Finn’s sculpture follows through with such things’ deeper ambitions by disappearing into its surroundings. Evidence of its existence remaining in the warped, angular distortions you can see through it. If you’re planning to knock around Chippendale, lurching between the Compound’s bigger brethren and a quick nip at Fredas or the Rabbit, there’s a tube of art — prepared earlier — that might warrant a moment of your time.