Hear No Evil / See No Evil

Locust Jones

By Naomi Riddle — 9 March, 2018

Fragmented text referencing news and current affairs recurs across Locust Jones’ work for his solo exhibition Hear No Evil / See No Evil at Casula Powerhouse. Much of this text has been overlaid with depictions of crowded scenes: in one there’s a mass of congregated figures, in another, a towering metropolis with a patterned background…

My Urrwai

Ghenoa Gela

By Fiona McGregor — 16 February, 2018

I first saw Ghenoa Gela dancing on a podium at Monsta Gras, an alternative Mardi Gras party. Funky, chunky, spunky, she was a breath of fresh air in a queer scene dominated by white faces despite its best intentions. Wearing fluoro, in blacklight, to the theme of Rainbow Nuclear Family, Gela’s form became completely abstracted….


Phoebe Waller-Bridge

By Carolyn Burns — 9 February, 2018

Fleabag opens with the titular character accidentally flashing her bra at a disgraced manager during a job interview for a company plagued by sexual harassment allegations. Staged at the Sydney Festival in 2018, five years after its premiere at the Edinburgh Fringe, the play would feel eerily prescient if the constant spectre of sexual assault…

The horse trotted another couple of metres, then it stopped

Katharina Grosse

By Fiona McGregor — 25 January, 2018

From a distance Katharina Grosse’s installation painting at Carriageworks looks a bit of a mess. Swathes of canvas draped floor to ceiling fill almost half the length of the decommissioned railway site. Mostly white, with seams showing, sprays of colour emerge from the folds. Closer, these shapes become more intriguing. There are slits through which…

The Visitors

Heidi Axelsen and

Hugo Moline

By Carolyn Burns — 10 January, 2018

There’s a charming absurdity to many of the individual pieces that make up Heidi Axelsen and Hugo Moline’s The Visitors, a deceptively simple installation on eco futurist themes. There’s footage of a sapling being carried along a country road in a backpack like an infant in a baby carrier, a porous net veil that enables…

Princes Highway

JD Reforma

By Paul Kelaita — 21 December, 2017

I used to think the Princes Highway was called the Princess Highway. I was disappointed when I found out it wasn’t. I vaguely remember having a muted argument with one of my sisters about it, incredulous at the news. It was surprising because I hadn’t given the name much thought, so had taken it as…