Culture

Remember I was born in 2010 so that by 2022, when ChatGPT went to its debutante ball online, I was 12. Cherry, ripe for the picking. I would in fact say (or whisper) that I was therefore on the crispycusp of every thing-thing. I have always loved my name: ‘Alice Ingleton’. I link ‘Alice’ to the Carroller who invented the pop-popular rabbit hole. Please note that ‘Ingleton’ means ‘settlement of the wolf’. So it is strangely satisfactory for a girl-person who trucks (rhyme?) with AI.

Sarah Goodes’ production of Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? adds a vicious new spin to Edward Albee’s portrait of a nightmare marriage.

The 2025 Fremantle Biennale – Tom Mùller’s last as artistic director – opens up the idea of sanctuary.

Hany Armanious is an existential sculptor of the everyday, capturing its absurdities while insisting they be taken seriously.

Sterlin Harjo’s superb neo-noir series, The Lowdown, is simultaneously intriguing, tender and hilarious.