Standing in your desire, you wrestle – with non-linear timelines; undetermined outcomes; and the fear of rejection. the shoulders sink in disappointment; heavy with anger at the incompetence of the men who seem to lead the world of the men once in your lives we are living in strange and uncertain times and my heart… Continue reading wrestling
And on this last evening in Brisbane, it is cool with the kind of rain like feathers falling from the sky. Tonight I walked the Metro Arts Gallery alone, watched a show in the Sue Benner Theatre, and then a dress rehearsal in the Basement. And told another story in the Lift. When I think… Continue reading On pressing pause buttons
There is a lot to mark with this decade just passed. Ten years ago, I was on a plane back to Singapore having rung in the new year with my best friend, who I was visiting in Melbourne. Only days before that, whilst still on my long-awaited, hard earned holiday, I was on a skype… Continue reading 2020
It’s a slow Friday morning in Yorta Yorta Nation / Shepparton. I’m writing this whilst still in bed at the lakeside cabin I am staying for these couple of nights. I can hear the frogs (I think?), and the sun through my window. It’s the first real slow morning I’ve had in a while. I… Continue reading a quiet joy
In the middle of August, I went out to Mount Buller. It was my first time there; it was my first time in the snow. There was a lot of attempting to snowboard, and quite little actual snowboarding. But it was a glorious day. There was a blitz only the week before, so the snow… Continue reading 野心
In the magic hour of 8:08pm last Friday night, I learnt that I have a friendly relationship with the unknown. In this past month, I gave myself a week off and by invitation of a dear friend, went up to Minjerribah / North Stradbroke Island on Quandamooka country. For the most part, I gazed at… Continue reading Here I am
I've woken up two mornings in a row to go to my pilates class. I've got washing on, cooked and ate an omelette, and I've had a coffee. 3MBS is playing in the background - something I've come to enjoy since I moved into my own apartment. In the slow cooker, a chicken red date… Continue reading Howling to the moon
Conversations about 'multiculturalism' here in Australia often fall short of my lived experience of what it means to embody multiple identities, politics, and values, all at once; of what it means to blend into, and rub against with someone else's identity, politics, and values at the same time; and still sit at the same table… Continue reading …to build a democratic society
In what looked like my first real weekend since the start of February, I gave myself 36 hours of solitude. This decompression was long overdue. We've seen the list of things I got up to in the last four months. I finally bounced back from that mystery virus 15 April, and immediately, things were non-stop… Continue reading 36 hours of solitude; slowing right down
Tracking backwards these past four months of 2019: Finished two weeks of creative development with Latai Taumoepeau for a work we are making for Refuge at Arts House. Spent time dreaming about waterways - salt water, fresh water, and creeks we no longer see. It feels like many of my previous projects merging into one… Continue reading Stillness in motion
