THAT vs THIS.

THAT vs THIS.

when i compare that to this I celebrate quietly. Tentatively Because the thick gloom of then is fading Into that intangible place where the memory of dream goes. And as, when I was deppressed my fingers couldn’t feel reality. Now they struggle to describe the depth of exhaustion, the numbness, the hollowness That was. The […]

resolutions and wheelbarrows of shit

resolutions and wheelbarrows of shit

  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 am trying to relax. And it’s like pushing a leaking wheelbarrow of shit uphill. Which is why with nerves, And no polish I bring you […]

The Tumblr Diaries

The Tumblr Diaries

I chase tangents which might be half the problem Here is the latest one: The Tumblr Diaries

There is always an up

There is always an up

There are upsides to anxiety attacks: the first child free night with my partner in nearly a year and this: http://amelia-artist-poet.tumblr.com/

Been a while

Been a while

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 neat and beautiful!) When in one beautifully packed, slow motion, staccato, glass crackling, suspended moment I backed into a gum tree. After One tail light, […]

Shards in my pocket

Shards in my pocket

(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 full stop to my frustration A shattered relief 1920′ porcelain struck against his grandfather’s table. As I swept up the hand painted fragment karma looked […]

Domestic Honesty is a Reaction

Domestic Honesty is a Reaction

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 read Karen’s beautifully titled Blogging as Theatre of Intimacy Nirrmi’s The Road is Home I reacted. I cerebrally chewed through Hazel Dooney’s Blog her tumblr, […]

My husband, My health, My art

My husband, My health, My art

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 In styles that sell In styles worthy of exploring:                   But I needed to feel the gratification […]

The Meaning

The Meaning

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 personal narrative and my lines. Because really often there isn’t a meaning. Just a tumbling of thoughts, accidents and preoccupations that hopefully hold together on the page. And […]