They

They

They Are Mine To Mould   (visit tumblr for the entire piece)

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

Mary Somerville

Mary Somerville

“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 December 1780 – 28 November 1872) See women, juggling since the 18th century: no wonder the work life balance conversation gets dull. Though Mary wasn’t […]

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, […]

This morning

This morning

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 went for a jog. My thighs and finger tips burned with cold and the jonquils I picked from the front yard of absent holiday makers […]

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 […]

This is

This is

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 empty, rather decimated and ugly plate I don’t get that bit but I don’t have to. The world isn’t there, necessarily, for me to get. This […]