Homesickness, but there’s no home to go to. On this overcast Sunday evening I recall curator Jeff Khan’s phrase from an artist’s panel the previous day. His throwaway line lingers, as if he said it directly to me. Do I still have a home? If so, where is it? It’s the final night of Khan’s […]
Mish Grigor The Talk Performance Space 2–5 November 2016 My uncle first told my mother he was HIV positive in 1983, the same year I was born. For many in East Sydney in the early 1980s, diagnosis meant death. For my uncle, this did not come as quickly as for many, mercifully; he died of […]