The point of this piece has little to do with Mr Bowie
per se (whom I think might have agreed with at least some of it) and everything to do with our response to his passing.
Tangling sharply against these kinds of ideas was a young Tony Abbott who, as a student, seemed under constant threat from radical university peers.
Today even lesser known artists maintain factory style production for their galleries and collectors. Their pieces are even booked in advance in massive quantities.
Publishing is not something you can do without research and hard work - and, irritatingly, it is getting in the way of writing. But for the moment at least, it seems the only way for me to go.
When Tommy Wieringa tried to argue that the boat people crossing the Mediterranean needed to be stopped boarding the boats the silence was deafening. I doubt if he will be attending another Sydney Writers Festival.
No composer has embraced that challenge as eagerly as Tan Dun, whose submission to the Olympic ceremony is a radically bathetic pop ballad entitled One World, One Dream.
Why do we feel like our bodies are already public property? And if we already feel this way in 'real' life, why not use our bodies and at least make some cash?
'You can't paint without connecting, especially not the way Myu paints and I think it is soul work. My hope is that he is connecting his soul to them.'
Frame of Mind projects the complexity of our emotions and the links our psyche has with other places, other times and other periods of our life.
Swan Lake is a retelling of the ill-fated Princess Diana love triangle in the House of Windsor.
What was Thierry-Maxine Loriot, curator, thinking? Perhaps it was in the context of ‘lipstick’ or ‘stiletto feminism’.
Abstracted to distraction, artists shouldn't complain when no one sees the point in their pieces. Their fault lies in them.