Artist | Facilitator
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
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 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
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
"I want to see you make a work out of your practice, and a practice out of your work." Wisdom passed down from mentor to friend. And I ponder this on a balmy Darwin night. It has been exactly a month since Ben decided to end our relationship. And I have found that it is… Continue reading May my practice be true
Last week, I had to say no to a gig because there was simply too much on. In this period of existing and new work being plotted and made, applications being drafted and submitted, weekly practice, day job hours, interstate travel, and good old life admin, it took me a while to weigh it all… Continue reading When it rains, it pours
