Marlene Dumas at the Venice Biennale.
I said goodbye to my brother, who wished me luck with eyes flooded with tears, then I left the house, followed by my mother. We took a cab to the airport.
Weird colonial propaganda in Australian schools
If I’ve learned anything this past year, living in a somewhat unstable foreign country during a vicious global pandemic, it’s to stay away from vaccines that sound like Captain Beefheart album titles.