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The Art of Stunts

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  Pauline Hanson: The Senate Performance Artist | Escalating Political Stunts as Avant-Garde Art What if Australian Senator Pauline Hanson channelled her controversial political persona into provocative, escalating performance art pieces that blur the lines between politics and theatre? This thought experiment explores three 'Acts' of outrage designed to amplify division, nationalism, and anti-'woke' themes live in the Senate Gallery: "Swamped by Symbols" - Using altered Australian flags and props to critique multiculturalism, escalating her infamous 'swamped by Asians' line. "Burqa Bonfire" - A shocking mid-level provocation building on her real-life burqa stunts, incorporating banned slogans and effigies of critics. "Piss Off Pavilion" - The high-octane climax featuring a mock 'border wall,' loyalty tests, and red liquid symbolising 'taxpayer blood,' all risking her expulsion. Watch as we examine how weaponising sh...
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My favourite image of the Week 004

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Breakfast piece
Herbert Badham1936

https://www.google.com/culturalinstitute/beta/asset/CAEJGudB0BW5Lw


There are multiple reference points
There are multiple perspectives
I am on the ladder
I am against the ceiling
I am standing in authority
I am not sitting with her
I am not with her
I must continually juxtapose

Within this disorientation, the arrangement is seemingly orderly
The painter, the authoritative who cannot decide
The seated lost within time and place
The pawn as the egg waiting on removal
Should I be more concerned with the flowers precarious standing on edge
Or the sense of a contained cell-like melancholy
A draughtsman at loss with the within presence






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