Culture

Tommy Sloane was a wee thing and when he was born, they called him little gumnut because his whole head was hard like a stone and they couldn’t find the spot where you were supposed to be able to stick your finger clean through his skull, as if he was already set before he entered the world. He suckled on his mother but in the end, he stayed thin and so they gave him a bottle, which still didn’t help much except he grew attached to it. Even when he was a lad of seven he kept one in his backpack like a lucky charm, so when his mama found it on the road out to the bay she knew it wasn’t good.

When audiovisual artist Robin Fox attended an AC/DC concert in his teens, the viscerality of the experience changed his relationship to sound.

The exhibition Maternal inheritances expands the notion of motherhood to encompass complex ideas of kinship, knowledge and caregiving.

The Australian Ballet’s Identity brings together contemporary Indigenous dance and classical ballet in an inspiring double bill.

A brilliantly curated Rising festival exhibition sets 15 illuminating works by First Nations artists amid the crumbling grandeur of Flinders Street Station’s hidden spaces.

In The New Boy, Warwick Thornton’s first film in six years, the Kaytetye director tells a mesmerising story of Indigenous spiritual transformation.

Portugal’s scaled-down version of a major European summer music festival offers some bold musical choices and the chance to explore the host town’s incongruous aesthetics.