Water and Power
Monopolistic enterprises are not just concerned with selling their product. They also want to impose their culture and values on other countries to establish themselves as the true north of the industry and dictate the distribution of resources like water.
Get Inmimind!
What emerges are abstract compositions shaped by rhythm, melody, and emotion. These sketches outline the space between hearing and feeling.
On The Run
spark that inspiration in me again, yeah?
wherever you are, read this letter
and come home to me.
Subcultural Flows
Our thirst for subculture has not been quenched, but finds new pathways to flow, as liquid as ever.
Face to Face: Portrait Exchange in Conversation
The event carves out a rare space where presence precedes performance, and where the gaze becomes a means of mutual recognition.
In Defence of RomComs
Its pessimistic parable, that modern dating is superficial (duh!), defies characterisation. Let me explain.
Don’t wear Nike TNs/Among Us
Nike TNs were a mark of swag exclusive to the disadvantaged Greater West communities of Sydney and at best a source of suspicion for the white middle-class Eastern and Northern suburbanite.
I am unsure if you can hold the weight of this.
Again, I dream that my teeth fall out (this is a dream about control).
The Allure of Ultraviolence
These works prompt a deeper question of whether our artistic fascination with violence is a glamorisation, a critique, or a coping mechanism in an ultraviolent world.
Poetry and Consciousness In The Present
Scholars of the Global North sometimes shelter themselves in neo-colonial positions when confronted with revolutionary praxis.
My Sanity is Ephemeral
“Something in a fragile state always seems more beautiful because you realise that they might not be there tomorrow.”
Choose Your Own Dream
“I was falling endlessly…when I landed in a jumping castle…Liam Gallagher was there and he told me to take my shoes off…but I wasn’t wearing any shoes…”
Ghost Hunter
“Communicating with ghosts is a display of radical empathy, a oneness with everything.”
Return To Sender
Dear [REDACTED],
I want to apologise for the scene that I made at The Rose last Friday.
I am writing this letter at the recommendation of Dr Celine Bertuch (my Freudian psychoanalyst).
For the past week, I’ve had a recurring dream where I find you alone in the Quad General Lecture Theatre (K2.05). Only, when I sit beside you, the scenery changes – the wooden pews turn into the firm, purple leather seats of a V Set Intercity Train. You turn to speak, but when you do, your voice is Dr Bertuch’s (she finds this detail quite fascinating).