Several years ago I took my work to a prominent Melbourne gallerist to hopefully organise a show. Now, I am dubious of some of this guy’s practices…they seem a cynical…
Yesterday I threw the razors from the shower because They scared me. I cried- wound tired with emotion. I prayed- for the little baby swallowed by this storm. Today…
It is a poem That is picture That I hope will make you Think Pause Reflect Let go and Shift.
Yesterday I made a tumblr about the shape of my kids Today it is about the shape of their mother
They Are Mine To Mould (visit tumblr for the entire piece)
Tension is about the teeth about discipline and sleep I have 22 fillings Counting. Loneliness is about the distance between shallow distractions. I have 10 fans Counting. Obsession is about…
So I’m interested in Digital Poetry, yes. Have you seen Google Poetic? I gotta say, and (I feel sheepish as I do) It’s my favourite form of contemporary poetry: irreverent,…
I stand in the dark Towel forgotten in one hand Memories forgetting in the other I am the slut Remembering I am the mother Listening I am the woman Culminating…
I am a swearer. Love it. Love the fucking shit out of it. I have been loving it, according to this old diary since I was nine: ‘Lilly poked Lewis…
Still slowly learning and building ideas They pile on top of each other on top of me. As if they were the unfolded laundry and I the couch being buried…
i know i flit from project to medium like a cabbage moth on a gusty day But SHE is a new feather flitting in my gusty cap
THAT’S, WHAT I AM AIMING FOR. ME THINKS
All the duty I can muster All the obligation Is absorbed by my family and the bureaucracy of life. No due dates. No commitments. No regularity. No expectation. Art and…
She did not care for this connection between the erotic and the paternal. It devalued both. Isobelle, in Fay Weldon’s ‘The Presidents Child’ Yup, me too Isobelle. And, because a…
This is the best of everything that is mindboggling and if like us you get a kick from being boggled do check out Minute Physics and Brain Pickings Space, drawn…
My internet connection is woeful. Typing to you is trying. Kids are trying. With a clenched brow And a Knitted jaw And a baby chewing at my breast I…
http://amelia-artist-poet.tumblr.com “I Fell Out Of Bed Hurting My Head” My, Would You Like some Cheese With That?
I chase tangents which might be half the problem Here is the latest one: The Tumblr Diaries
“I rose early and made such arrangement with regard to my children and family affairs that I had time to write afterwards not however, without many interruptions.” Mary Somerville (26…
Yay for this This is the cover of the next issue of Bide Magazine and I’m lucky to have my art gracing the virtual cover of some real quality writing.…
It’s been over a month since my last post… Ever since We packed the back of my car for a family trip to Canberra. (One day ahead of schedule! All…
(an excerpt from my diary 12 months ago) Last night I broke my favourite plate. From the eye of my rage filled storm. I let it fly It was the…
Reblogged from blue milk: My latest article is up at Daily Life and also Essential Baby: By sharing private and difficult moments as mothers we create a more complete picture…
Guilt stood in the shower Forehead pressed against the glass Water trickling, Over shoulders, Over arms, Over belly, Over thighs, Over three minutes. Over seven.. Over ten. Guilt stopped counting.
This is a quote highjacked from the Art News Blog It is about a 2010 exhibition of Anthony Lister’s I love Anthony’s raw, visceral, familiar, disturbing, abstracted art LOVE IT,…
I briefly posted yesterday about my shifting tumblr account It’s the current coalescence of many ideas Of my diaries Of my art Of my being an artist Of bravery I…
I’ve had a tumblr account for a while now, not knowing what to do with it… Tonight I loaded her up Armed with gumption, Thousands of photos and: The desire…
I send you here today to the blog of Nirrimi Firebrace The Road is Home Thank you to Karen Charlton, from another great blog Rhythm and Method The first blog…
One of the responses to the portraits of my sister Lillian, by Lily Mae has been “But Lilly is prettier then that…” And yes at times she is, At other…
This may be the best poem I have ever read. Or, at least the best on motherhood. I first found it in the weekend age 4 or so years ago.…
As I’ve grown from toddler to child to teen To whatever you call the twenties. To now. I’ve had a strange relationship with paint. It was while painting when, aged…
Most of my paid working life Has been spent On building sites And behind bars. Grubby places to work, in all senses of the word. I was always out numbered.…
I: My Sister has had a love affair with Berlin since she was 16. Sometimes I feel she’s living the life I was supposed to have. Not necessarily Berlin but…
Creativity is an anchor to my mental health Along with sunshine, excercise, sleep and tablets But creativity is integral I’ve a big pile of unfinished work In styles others like…
Please Go Read This Leo Traynor has shared a wonderful story…wonderful not in the sense of roses but in the sense of reality and the like: http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2012/sep/26/day-confronted-troll Editors Note (20th…
I know many people don’t like camellias. And I can understand why They can be brash and loud They drop in a carpet of garish and rotting colour I, at…
Today I was inspired by Alice Mrongovius’s little, beautiful, minimalist, gentle and sweet comic: “I have always hated being told what to do” A graphic meditation on sign and signage. You can…
“My friend Peter Rojas said something the other day that felt like a punch in the gut. He wrote on twitter “Most people disagree, but I think it’s important to…
The leaves fall and all the little homes of last year’s baby birds are revealed. Then the weeks creep past. This year wetly, but mildly. Here they didn’t ache and grind…
A while ago two of my sons and I drove 2 hours to get to the Shepparton Art Museum (SAM) to catch the exhibition by sculptor Sam Jinks. It was quite an…
When the rose tinted sun glanced over the hills and the fallen leaves were iced in frost and the mist hung at half mast in memory of the night I…
I’m generally uncomfortable talking about the meaning of my work. I can discuss my thoughts while creating it, but I prefer the audience to create meaning in a sort of feed back loop between their…
My knight in his not so shiny white armour. His stead, a dusty noisy ute so filled with junk n gunk I’m forced to ride side saddle. I lay on the couch ears aching…
One of those my life is better than your life posts… You know a blogging brag. A blag, if you will Like when people instragram their food conquests and then an…
A walk A pen in hand A potter in the op shop Ten minutes to arrange some flowers An hour with a Saturday night and the ABC A coffee with the…
This little ink on paper was drawn during my first pregnancy. It was published in a Wombat Books publication on guess what….PREGNANCY: did you see that coming.
In lieu of any anything interesting to write….it’s dribbling out my ears. I have a teething wakeful baby and the need to finish some drawings so in lieu…… I’m gonna post some…
One of the things that strikes me about the Victorian, the Australian, landscape is the quality of its light. The light is flexible and strong and curious. It is able…
There has been a few letters to 15 and 20 year old selves floating about my friend the interweb, (Hi Madeline and Lily). I decided I couldn’t reason with a 15 year old me:…
That is a quote: http://www.brainpickings.org/index.php/2013/03/11/how-to-enjoy-poetry/ You must read it. After writing this post I lucked upon a day that delivered 3 poems that skewered In the fashion I enjoy by:…
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