Leaving the campus borders is reminiscent of the intricate architecture of a beehive; a labyrinth of personal pathways, carefully curated by you.

In conversation with Redfern’s art-space Duckrabbit — How can young artists afford to be artists, and what types of collective spaces make it possible?

Invented languages lurk in your neighbourhood.

The Redfern Run is no dystopia. It is a clash between history and post-modernity.

I exit onto the inevitably crowded platform, like a horse jolting from its holding pen. I walk with purpose up the stairs, playing dodgem cars with every other dreary-eyed student. My sight is blinkered, my hearing thoroughly censored by the angsty, MySpace-circa-2004 tune playing through my earphones. Today is a smooth run. My Opal card…