Creative

Coroner's Findings

So the woman’s dream is, by their and...

Frames of Precarity

Longitudinal Study

Data is extractable and its valence changes. Precarity in relationship > when we are situated in relationship to circumstance > when others situate us in relationship causall...

Quarantine gardening

You can’t tell if your family gave up growing vegetables. Your Mum, gazing over, wishes for peaches. Our turmeric/sage/ parsley (the talking herb we call it in our family la...

Auctioneering

If prose is a house, poetry is a man on fire running quite fast through it. Anne Carson   You take photos of the auction, the world's straightest Mardi Gras. They fill the str...

Anitya

Inspired by the Tamil saying, “மாற்றம் ஒன்றே மாறாதது”( matrum ondrae maaraathathu ) Translation: Change is the only unchangeable thing     The bird sits alone, Waiting, a...

Today (Impending)

Blood orange sun burning and tar melts under peach haze while house sails obscure in custard winds coughing hacking strangling to breathe and soft fur faces are singed and bloodied...

Algorithm

stood before an automated door that refused to acknowledge my existence I thought but I’m here   & yes I do remember when time online was less anxious—not a threat to national ...

Their Eyes Were Chasing Sun

After Zora Neale Hurston Tima carried a long-legged ease about her, thundering strides of a leader, full lips and wide eyes and melanin. She would raise her hand like the switch in...

The Pandemic of Distance

‘Throughout history many nations have suffered a physical defeat, but that has never marked the end of a nation. But when a nation has become the victim of a psychological defeat, ...

Hadfield Shops

In the morning, the noise of the trucks from the distant freeway has stopped. There is just the sound of the wind blowing on the gate outside my window and, every now and then, a b...

‘Panorama’ ‘The Political Alabaster’ ‘Administrative Disaster’

Panorama Blackness is a pleasure. I can imagine the long line of women who look like me & wonder where their bodies end & mine begins. Flesh of chocolate A face checked by ...

Sunday Night Trysts

Our days of rest are passed in silent prayer Before the promise of our teenage courtship Convinces us to do away with care And sees us come together, lip to lip. Within his bed and...

Together

Draw me a picture of mountains, child. Sketch creatures, trees, flowers, butterflies and birds flying, swept high by winds in wild skies. Together, we will name these denizens of n...

Posters and Photographs from the Protest against the Review of the School of Culture, History and Language (CHL)

Posters and images by  Annie McCarthy .

The Glimpse

Calvin hauled the mattress out of the boot. He had it draped over the bonnet and up the windscreen by the time Ngaire back. ‘The blokes in the first car say about twenty hours,’ sh...

Associate Professor K and the Special Committee (with apologies to James Church)

James Church is the pseudonym of a former CIA operative who writes remarkable detective novels set in North Korea. His main character is an oddly plausible and endearing North Kore...

For Car

Dear soft rubber,            hard metal dress me: one part at a time interject with vani...

Reflections from Manus and Nauru

The following artworks, writing, poetry and music come from four asylum seekers...

The hands have memory

What else have I dreamt of, waking in twisted sheets as the blue dawn walks the slope at the end of our beach? The hands have memory, the breath too. In the sky, a letter in cloud,...

The Rise and Fall

The East Asia-Australia Flyway is a migratory shorebird highway that over 8 million birds use to travel...

Golden Ticket

She learns shame when she’s 11 years old. When their cackles echo through her nightmares and snarl to the rhythm of the 8 o’clock bell. -ding- dong-ding-dong – Her eyes follow the ...

The Doll Lady of Wisconsin

On the first anniversary of my mother’s passing, a letter was forwarded to me from the Holocaust Centre. My mother had been prominent in Holocaust Education. A woman in Wisconsin w...

A Different Kind of Wave: A Creative Essay

“The ocean is at its best today.” It was hard to believe how this sentence which, on the surface, seemed so optimistic, could be so depressing. An individual’s engagement with crea...

We Were Lucky

https://player.vimeo.com/video/137788588 Artist Statement This short film explores the current political issues surrounding refugees in Australia, focusing on their social rejectio...

Red My Lips: Portraits

– Photographs and interviews by  Elena McGannon Artist Statement  Four years ago, after being isolated and raped on a night out with friends, a female district attorney told Daniel...

To Create

When we first released our opening theme, we included this blurb to kickstart some responses: “To create, creativity, the power to create, creative resistance – things as elusive a...

Picking up the Pieces

… Through many years of To me creating  Creating can be the most  I find it hard to grasp the word “create” and  Every now and then  Sometimes I survive by creating,  I don’t know ...