I’ve been wondering lately about the absence of emotion around the loss of my father (it's been 2 years - what the?) I think about him and remember, but the raw emotion feels distant. It’s kind of annoying and perplexing because c’mon he was my father and I wanna feel sad, feel something! But you... Continue Reading →

I love this little person so much. I love music so much. I didn't realize I would be so torn between the two. I even bought a book on the subject of mothers and art for guidance. It was interesting but it was mainly about writers and painters. Where did all the years go, seriously,... Continue Reading →

It's 5 weeks since Dad died. I just passed an older gentleman in the street. I smiled at him and he smiled back. I imagined it was my Dad going about his day, healthy. Dad looked so old in the end. Cancer aged him. Like, 20 years. I'm sad without him. Not all the time... Continue Reading →

Adelaide is my home town. I've lived here since I was 8. I can imagine it will probably always be home base. I have decided that I love it and I felt like writing why...

Each person's experience with their own art is very personal I assume. Mine has swung from careless to way too heavy. It's the hardest thing because you visit all the corners of yourself and there's no hiding. Basically art is a mirror. And if you don't like what u see, oh shit. I have learnt to be a little less heavy with it all.