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Chris Fleming A plush rabbit I got for the children moves by itself. I bought it for my eldest on his fourth birthday. It wasn’t his favourite toy but he didn’t hate it. He cuddled it for a few days and then it was put into a storage bucket under his bed. After …

Sarah Krasnostein Nathan Fielder’s new comedy drama, The Curse, takes his work into wilder territory.

Luke Goodsell Avant-pop artist Caroline Polachek is bringing her myth-making performance of desire to Australia for the first time.

Kate Holden For dancer and choreographer Tra Mi Dinh, Ann Veronica Janssens’ installation Blue, Red and Yellow is a sensory inspiration.

Geordie Williamson  The man who wants to pay Aaron, an 18-year-old heroin addict, for sex, is known simply as “The Man”. He is closer to 70 than 60, has black hair, tailored suits and an expensive car. “Everything about him says money, real money and opportunity” …

Monique Grbec “If you want to know where to find your contribution to the world, look at your wounds. When you learn how to heal them, teach others.” – Emily Maroutian Stepping into the betrayal and bitterness of his history, Tyson Yunkaporta’s Right …

Louisa Lim The podcast Body Electric seeks to undo many of the physical and mental harms of working with technology.

Yen-Rong Wong Queensland Theatre’s production of  Qui Nguyen’s Vietgone considers the long shadow of war on those who suffer through it.

Claire G. Coleman The Miwatj Yolŋu exhibition at Bundanon is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to view this collection of masterworks, which engage with colonial experience and the modern world.

Stephen Romei Who could be grateful for the bombing of Hiroshima at 8.15am on August 6, 1945: an unprecedented, world-changing act of warfare that saw, as Richard Flanagan puts it, “60,000 Japanese souls ascending to heaven”? Flanagan might be. Without the bomb, …

Kurt Johnson Cartoonists are the court jesters of the news section. While journalists are constrained by fact, cartoonists speak truth. Consider Glen Le Lievre’s frame of the ghosts of robo-debt at the foot of Scott Morrison’s bed, captioned with “I don’t …

Felicity Plunkett Lucy Treloar’s third novel begins with two small girls playing together in a fenced kindergarten. They crush flowers into perfume and promise always to love each other. A man appears at the fence and, when he leaves, he takes one of the girls. The “outside-the-fence” …