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May 8, 2017

Ok Google: What is the Cloud? In the simplest terms, cloud​ computing means storing and accessing data and programs over the internet instead of your computer’s hard drive. The Cloud is​ just a metaphor for the internet. Ok Google: Where is the Cloud? Cloud​ storage is a model of data storage in which the digital […]

April 10, 2017

Shadows are everywhere in Dark Objects. Curated by Faith Wilson, 2016 Blumhardt/CNZ Curatorial Intern at Dowse Art Museum in Lower Hutt, the show features work by Hana Pera Aoake, Clara Chon, Hye Rim Lee, Huni Mancini, Natasha Matila-Smith, Sorawit Songsataya, and Jade Townsend. All the artists are people of colour. To be other — to […]

April 10, 2017

Thank you, to the artists and writers whose generous contributions have made this issue possible. Thank you to Laura and Tim. My favourite way to experience art is in print. It allows for easy return. Images are always loaded. They deserve questioning. So please, look through this issue and give weight to your own readings. […]

April 3, 2017

In August 1955, Emmett Till, 14 years old, was brutally beaten, shot in the head, and dumped in a river in Mississippi. Carolyn Bryant, a white woman, alleged he had called her something “unutterable,” and told her he had done “something” with “white women before.”  She told her husband. He and his half-brother took Till’s […]

March 27, 2017

MEANWHILE is an artist-run initiative founded by Jesse Bowling, Jordana Bragg, and Callum Devlin. Previously located at 35 Victoria Street, they have just moved the gallery and artist studio spaces to 99 Willis Street. The first show at their new location is Undercovers — a collaboration between Lucy Wardle and George Banach-Salas. Hanahiva Rose sat down […]

March 13, 2017

Ruby Joy Eade’s skin on skin on dirt is only memory now. Exhibited as part of the Upstream Art Trail, the ten works lived in Central Park for four days and three nights. Found text in black, printed on white board, mounted by a wooden pole — the signs speak to remembered moments of teenage intimacy in public spaces.

March 3, 2017

“None of the characters are me. They’re everything but me.” — Cindy Sherman “I recognised every woman I knew in that photograph.” — Jamie Lee Curtis   Cindy Sherman is a construct. A composite image. Her (un)self-portraits reveal nothing of herself and everything about ourselves. While this is a popular theory, it inevitably raises the […]

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