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Not Crying in the Park

Angela Goh & Su Yu Hsin

By Jacqui Shelton — 7 August, 2020

This piece is the fourth in a five-part series of responses for BLEED—an online biennial festival from Arts House and Campbelltown Arts Centre. This article was written in response to Angela Goh and Su Yu Hsin’s ‘Paeonia Drive‘ (2020), which you can view here.    Walking my dog in the city council-maintained garden, I notice the…

Arrangements

James Nguyen and Victoria Pham

By Sheila Ngoc Pham — 24 July, 2020

This piece is the third in a five-part series of responses for BLEED—an online biennial festival from Arts House and Campbelltown Arts Centre. This article was written in response to James Nguyen and Victoria Pham’s ‘re:sounding’ (2020), which you can view here.    Arrangements /əˈreɪn(d)ʒm(ə)nts/ 1. The actions, processes, or results of arranging or being arranged….

forecast assemblage: an incantation device

Alex Kelly &

David Pledger

By Rory Green — 8 July, 2020

This piece is the second in a five-part series of responses for BLEED—an online biennial festival from Arts House and Campbelltown Arts Centre. This interactive poem was created in response to Assembly for the Future by Alex Kelly & David Pledger, which you can explore here.   •   •   • Forecast assemblage: an incantation device…

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Hannah Brontë

By Anne-Marie Te Whiu — 3 July, 2020

This piece is the first in a five-part series of responses for BLEED—an online biennial festival from Arts House and Campbelltown Arts Centre. This poem was written in response to Hannah Brontë’s ‘mi$$-Eupnea’ (2020), which you can view here.        Press  esc  to exit full screen   ”  shift  to face ”  delete  to dive ”  caps lock  to grow ”  return  to open…

‘hi’ sounds so passive-aggressive

By Zarah Butcher-McGunnigle — 18 June, 2020

  What’s my goal supposed to be. Someone has buck teeth but it’s ok for them because they have an art school fringe and DJ and everyone loves that combination. I’m starved for validation so I’m still focusing on the dopamine boost I got from someone complimenting my pubic hair three days ago. ‘Excessively silky’…

Complaint as Counteraction:

Disputing the Archibald Prize

‘You are heard as making a complaint; you are heard as being complaining. You are heard as expressing annoyance about something. Grumbling; grumble; grump; grumpy. You might be offering a careful critique. You might be taking care. It doesn’t matter how much care you take; how much time you take in assembling a case. It…

Rinse

Amrita Hepi

By Jazz Money — 17 April, 2020

This piece is one of two articles commissioned in response to the 2020 Keir Choreographic Award, a national biennial award dedicated to innovative, experimental and cross-artform practices in contemporary dance. Both authors attended Claudia La Rocco’s writing workshop, where they were asked to consider how language lives in time and space—on the stage, the page,…

A Review in Five Parts:

Keir Choreographic Award

By Alexandra McCallum — 17 April, 2020

This piece is one of two articles commissioned in response to the 2020 Keir Choreographic Award, a national biennial award dedicated to innovative, experimental and cross-artform practices in contemporary dance. Both authors attended Claudia La Rocco’s writing workshop, where they were asked to consider how language lives in time and space—on the stage, the page,…

Uncivil Optimism:

words and images in times of pestilence

By Diego Ramirez — 15 April, 2020

In 1531, the Nahua Juan Diego was rushing through the Tepeyac Hill of colonial Mexico to attend his uncle’s deathbed when a celestial vision emerged from the miasma: la Virgen de Guadalupe (Our Lady of Guadalupe). Juan Diego felt frightened by the sight of this powerful divinity, and promptly explained the nature of his uncle’s…

Net Art Roulette:

On Press Refresh

By Lara Chapman — 9 April, 2020

➪ I press refresh A video starts buffering on my screen. A blurry beige shape comes into focus, revealing the upper thighs of a woman. She is wearing a pair of saggy nude coloured underpants. At the top of her legs, a pair of superimposed eyebrows rise and fall, rise and fall. I chuckle. It’s…