As an art exhibition, Atmospheric Memory is cool, edgy, and highly intelligent. As an experience however, it is scary, eye-opening, and prescient.

With works like That’s What She Said, we can unlearn conditions we’ve been taught to accept and begin to conceive of a society without the prevalence of sexual assault.

Bell Shakespeare’s new production of Macbeth is haunting, visually delicious, and deftly shows how things fall apart.

In some ways, the sort of tragedy we bear witness to in Tár is hardly new.

Little touches like “tomorrow gives me no time to prepare”, mention of knafeh, the hometown of Ipoh, checking if necessary to take off shoes at entrance, and sitting on cushions enhanced the play with cultural details.

The production's attention to historical detail and its elevation of CAMP’s female members’ stories effectively displayed the activism, queer joy and pain involved with CAMP’s queer organising.

The Cronulla-based band rocked Waywards on Saturday for the final show of their ‘Reflections’ single launch tour.

Don’t go into The Lamentable Tragedy of Titus Andronicus expecting a peaceful or palatable experience — the source material makes that unthinkable. But if you want to watch student performers tackle an undeniably challenging and confronting play with aplomb, you’d be well-advised to buy a ticket.

More than smoke and mirrors, Dark Mofo proves that public art should have a soul.

Claire Keegan writes a tale as gorgeous as the snow-dusted evergreens of the little country town, and through this beauty, she uncovers what is real.