Artist | Facilitator
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
"...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
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
