"People never do anything but repeat themselves." - The Lower Depths, Maxim Gorky / Akira Kurosawa
Blueprint
Category: Autobiographical
Hello 2019
And here we are. It's 3am into the new year. I've had a lazy day, and a very gentle hang with dear, dear friends. My belly is full and my heart is warm. I'm showered, moisturised, and have a face mask on. On year-end reflections, it sure feels like I've already been in this constant… Continue reading Hello 2019
Yesterday Tomorrow Here Today / a year’s end
"...you start and you have to finish somewhere. And my time to finish..." - excerpt from Yesterday Tomorrow Here Today And here I am, back in Adelaide, and Plenty opens tonight. My last project for 2018, and I am in excellent company. And I have so much respect for Toby Chapman. He's put together a… Continue reading Yesterday Tomorrow Here Today / a year’s end
Exhale
I'm writing this from Bendigo. One week since Dan and I pitched Salt Water Bay in person. Three since the submission of all the paperwork, and my housewarming heartwarming party. Two months and a week since I've been in this home. Four months and a week since the marriage ended. The "and a week" makes… Continue reading Exhale
Fortune favours the brave
Today is Mid-Autumn festival in the Lunar calendar - eight Mid-Autum Festivals ago, Ben made the big move with lanterns and mooncakes, and as the story went, I stayed the night and never left. Romance, surprise, and good food - he got me good. I also made it through the 21st of September. It was… Continue reading Fortune favours the brave
拿得起放得下
Three months. And I have nothing eloquent to say except to keep charting time. I’ve mostly been working 7-day weeks - Salt Water Bay, TNA, planning my solo projects (of which there are a few on the boil), freelance work, life admin, and being on top of my little home. I’ve done well to make… Continue reading 拿得起放得下
In ways possible
In the middle of my year at VCA back in 2010, in my youth/self-doubt/feeling like a fraud-questioning my training, my practice and the lack of - and all the things that whirl about in your brains and body as a post-grad, I asked the wonderful Leisa Shelton, “is concept form?” She answered, “Do not give… Continue reading In ways possible
Facts do not a story tell
It has been an hour since dinner. Two nights since I was last on a plane from Darwin - where I had been only just wearing a sundress. A week since I stopped trying to text Ben. A fortnight since Singapore. Five weeks since I last saw his face. Six since he decided to end… Continue reading Facts do not a story tell
