Ngana

The Tennant Creek Brio’s art isn’t a legible script, a tidy lineage, or an easy metaphor—it’s a rupture, a refusal, a site of resurgence. This story sends us somewhere else, reaching for something that came before or after, looking for what’s out back, round the back of the house, the shed, the art centre, the “outback.”

A prolific hyperproduction and sense of take-over lifted the Brio’s head out of the fray.

Kim Gordon’s rock-star body is an object of projection—vacuuming, sleeping, wielding a Jazzmaster in Airbnb limbo. From Sonic Youth to No Home Record, she performs middle-class blankness, but what’s staged, what’s real, and who’s the audience for her disembodied domestic rebellion?