May 2013
1 post
An artwork is not as effective as a treaty or a law or a budget change. I...
– Tate Modern’s women’s liberation army | Art and design | The Guardian
April 2013
5 posts
Public Art – because you’re worth it! | from... →
It is because of our history that we are a confident and positive nation. We...
– Libs reignite culture wars over Anzac Day teaching
March 2013
6 posts
The End of the Hangup - Ian Bogost - The Atlantic →
Why the physical form of smartphones and the unreliable operation of cellular networks has made hanging up the telephone impossible.
February 2013
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January 2013
22 posts
Doing, Being, Performing
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By Bree Richards
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The Toxicity of Smugness | Melbourne Review →
Not just in America but across liberal democratic societies, there is today a...
– Ben Gook, 9/11: The value of memory
The Internet is perhaps the closest thing we’ll ever have to the ring of...
– A Fake Facebook wedding : The New Yorker
Take “Creative Britain: New Talents for the New Economy”, a document...
– Nina Power - Bamboozle, baffle and blindside
What might a world without work look like? | Nina... →
December 2012
17 posts
In fact, perhaps no single emblem better represents the conflicted,...
– Horst Hoheisel : Center for Holocaust & Genocide Studies : University of Minnesota
But that’s how a counter-monument works. People get angry, they write letters,...
– A Conversation with Horst Hoheisel · Habitus
There was an inscription. I can’t remember exactly what was written, though I...
– In 1996 passers-by describe from memory a house wall in Berlin’s Nikolai Quarter on which in the GDR era a sculpture of a peace-dove was mounted. -German Bundestag: Sophie Calle
A Koori protest against the Nazis « Such was life... →
What all these examples have in common is that they attempt to detach...
– Contemporary Monument Concepts in Germany - Goethe-Institut
Playing on the spectator’s good faith, these invisible performances wryly...
– Frieze Magazine | Archive | Touched By Your Presence
Chris Burden: "My God, are they going to leave me... →