Friday night. Sydney Opera House. Not a single empty seat as the lights dimmed for Sunday—the story of Sunday Reed, the beating heart of the Heidelberg School and muse to Australian legends like Sidney Nolan and Arthur Boyd. The kind of tale that makes you sit up and realise how deeply art shapes a nation.
And then, the most surreal moment.
The scene unfolds in the 1930s, at the National Gallery of Victoria. Sunday, her husband, and Nolan stand critiquing an exhibition of French impressionists—Cezanne, Picasso. The air thick with sharp, passionate commentary, someone, perhaps with a wink, asks her:
“Is that champagne you’re drinking?”
Without missing a beat, Sunday replies, proud as ever:
“No, it’s Seppelt Great Western Imperial Reserve.”
And just like that, the 2024 theatre erupted—cheers, applause, the works. It was magic. A moment where art, history, and storytelling collided, and I sat there stunned. Blinking back a tear, I thought: Great Western isn’t just making wine. It’s preserving a living, breathing piece of Australian culture.
And Friday night at the Opera House, in the shadow of Sunday’s incredible story, we all knew it.
– – Dan