Two responses to Mia Rappel’s The Passage by Harb Gill and Jess Huon.

Bare skin, bathed in warm orange light, rests against a soulful sky. An upturned arm, vulnerable inside of the wrist exposed, extends towards the unknown. Shapes emerge and disappear.

My Favorite Room. Melbourne Weekly.

B and bundles of ribbons, beads, balloons and braids, gilts of colorful paper, dedicate tools and collage in grog-rows tells a bit about what Mia Rapple does.

An artist’s rights of passage. Stonnington Leader

Life's surprising twists and turns run through an upcoming exhibition in Prahran.