Like the message, 'Drink Me' that Alice finds, the Opera House seems to be loaded, by dint of those vast arcs, shining heroic whites, the complex intersect of curves and sky, to be saying Draw Me. For me this is nearly an act of arrogance, a devil-may-care lack of respect, tackling a subject which is beyond what I can render with any verisimilitude. So, why not I thought? In general buildings get the better of me, it is like perspective has given me the cold shoulder. Mercifully the Opera House is all hips with nary a shoulder in sight. The new cafe terrace on the top floor of the MCA gives a good view but Wharf 4 lookout point (above) seems to be the optimal distance.