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Arlene Texta Queen with an enigmatic look on her face, in front of her sits my past, composed mostly of a giant koala, and a novel eating the trees the koala sits in, my present is the joker of aussie, and my future holds the sacrificial lamb of love. I don’t know what it all means, but I do know that the cards don’t lie.
What "art" and the "artworld" looks like from the perspective of "artists" from Sydney's Inner West's "art scene".
-by "Alex Wisser" and "Georgie Pollard"
