In amongst the routine, it seems I have eased into a surreal mundanity of this new normal. And anytime now, a black cat will lead me down a laneway into an alternate reality ala a Murakami novel. The days bleed into each other, and I've stopped naming them, instead referring a memory according to 'the… Continue reading stamina
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
In lieu of the newsletter I don't have, here is a list of things I'll be up to, and places I'll be work-wise. It is a very exciting year ahead. And some of these are public, and some of these are for you to come play too! So stay tuned for details. And please share… Continue reading What’s on Jan – Jun: the newsletter I don’t have
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
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
"People never do anything but repeat themselves." - The Lower Depths, Maxim Gorky / Akira Kurosawa
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
