The signs saying 'do not touch' speak volumes of the very particular craving of touch we all must have when inside. There are, however, to my knowledge absolutely no signs saying 'do not smell'. In light of this, I encourage everyone to very carefully sniff the next ochre painting they see. Though the Wanjina of Mingelmanganu are on canvas, their odour hints at their hidden history.
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Since all conspiracies are a potential threat, and we must also discuss them as cultural objects, then we must grapple with the dilemma of giving them a platform, which risks spreading or strengthening their fallacy. Thus, we face a problem in museum practices – for how can we collect, archive and display conspiracy theories for the museum-going public.
When I interrogated [Linda Brescia] and the other mother artists in Sydney’s west about how we (I?) could keep on making art she responded: 'I consider myself a feminist but I’m the one who scrubs the toilets.' In my mind that line is essentially what all her art is about – that seemingly contradictory position of being a deeply political feminist and knowing that at the end of the day you’re still responsible for cleaning the shit.
Instead of separating out the different parts of her life, Santiago finds ways to 'live across', and this has led her to consciously bringing her children in as collaborators as well as subjects. Her depiction of them in The divine – awarded the prestigious Sulman Prize in 2020 – is their most notable appearance. The painting is a profound expression of maternal love as well as a meditation on legacy and the idea of original sin as 'an inherited condition' that spans generations.
lustrous orbs forged when an outsider settles where it shouldn’t
From Andrada’s accompanying note: Arroyo’s Super Nanny Program has now ended, but there are lasting systems of colonial architecture (3) which continue to train and export Filipino women to work as nurses and domestic care-givers in wealthier nations. The deal remains the same – young Filipino women are called upon to sacrifice for their families in order to keep them alive, but their labour will be sacrificed to empire.
The industrial imaginary leaves our bodies behind, adrift in a reverie of largely meaningless misreadings. Nutrition is a broken mirror, a poorly executed 'god trick' peddling human dominion over nature.
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