volume five
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are you speaking out to fit in?
are you actively supporting committers of GBV?
are you covering for a rapist?
how are you complicit?
speak up and help survivors
silence is violence.
neutrality is violence
Zada Hanmer
At Risk:
Representations of the female body and violence in the work of Penny Siopis and Gabrielle Goliath
What does it mean for shame to be full of holes? Perhaps it means that shame is incomplete, useless, unhelpful. It leaves the personality in ruins and expects you to pick up its rejected pieces. It punches holes in self-confidence and tears the psyche apart.
xxx - Cady fick
required reading
corruption by qr code
Nokukhanya Sibanda
These black-and-white square barcodes alter where we place attention while engaging with art. Instead
it reshapes how audiences engage with art, stripping context, reducing attention from the real-life artwork and redirecting it to tiny screens. And it seems that the only spaces that are surviving this attention apocalypse are the publishing arts.
femininity in all forms
our gallery from our first open call for themed submissions
Featured artists
Coral Nomdo
Kimshay Philander
Boikhanyo Mothoagae
Savannah faulmann
Abigale Calisse
Amogelang Lesedi
Coral Nomdo
day to death
AS WOMEN, WE LIVE IN A STATE OF HYPER-AWARENESS. I CONSTANTLY ASK MYSELF:
“IS SOMEONE FOLLOWING ME?”
“I WONDER IF THIS VAN IS GOING TO STOP AND TRY TO ABDUCT ME?”
“SHOULD I CHANGE MY TOP?”
“IS THIS UBER SAFE?”.
Kimshay Philander
Between black & white
Is red
A red that loves
A red that kills
My mother puts me down
& tells me to go on
Go to school &
I weep
I miss her soon as she rides off
Not a day has she not
Worked
That’s where i learnt
Women like my mother
Like my grandmother
Like my aunt
All they know is work
And all they know is
Love
A love that labours
A love that signs heavy
With a day filled with tasks
Boikanyo Mothoagae
Savannah faulmann
abigale calisse
Amogelang Lesedi
FEMININE GAZE and FEMININE HAZE
Of my watered world,
humilities inferred,
I leave sort of-
in-lung expulsion,
the cuss name orbiting a lesser fate.
Woman gorged, you, three times the woes of a lover and a father,
all of the man’s husk roaming,
Love has no use for fickle things corroding.
Love has no use for wheezing proclivity.
Ever the faze in which you are short breath, sprained, slumping with the unwilling body,
saying ‘I won’t’ with ‘I can’t’ is akin to pulling the skin inside out.
interview
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Drag as a Living Work of Art:
Oxy-Moron on Identity, Joy and Clip-ons
Steff Malherbe
“It’s about doing what makes you happy, even if people tell you you’ll never succeed. If anything, that only fuels me. Because the best feeling in the world is proving people wrong, with a little glitter, of course.”