By Sarinah Masukor — 20 November, 2020
This is the fifth and final column in an ongoing fiction series about the creative process. You can read the fourth column, Hemlock Forest, here. After I turned off the bascule bridge, the road opened onto three straight lanes. The traffic thinned and I crept up through eighty, a hundred, moved into sixth and…
By Sarinah Masukor — 13 November, 2020
This is the fourth column in an ongoing fiction series about the creative process. You can read the third column, Banana Study, here. There’s something I haven’t told you. A woman in a dark red swimsuit lies face down beside a pool. She’s still, arms heavy, locked on the concrete. The air is hazy, windless….
By Claire Cao — 21 August, 2020
Content Warning: sexual assault, violence, sexist and racist language. This piece is the final piece in a five-part series of responses for BLEED—an online biennial festival from Arts House and Campbelltown Arts Centre. You can view the festival in its entirety here. The first thing Kim notices about the office is its clean windows….
By Sarinah Masukor — 13 August, 2020
This is the third column in an ongoing fiction series about the creative process. You can read the second column, Shooting Days, here. Hito Steyerl is wearing a hooded, puffy jacket and a pearl earring. The soft light fogs around her face. Behind her, blurred and muted through the lens, peak hour traffic. The jacket…
By Sarinah Masukor — 9 June, 2020
This is the second column in an ongoing fiction series about the creative process. You can read the first column, Deep Sleep, here. There’s something I haven’t told you. I dream. A lifted phrase: I don’t think you’d stay at something for 15 years when no one’s interested unless you have something—like ‘I’ll show…