Supermarkets, I // 6.6

Supermarkets, I This shiny, Heavy, green apple. Scalloped teeth, Puncturing leathery skin. Breaking into Year Old Flesh.

On the inconsistency and contest of toponymy // 2.5

Last year, I visited Uluru for work. It doesn’t mean much in the Pitjantjatjara language, but the word belongs to its people. It existed long before any half-drawn maps were rolled out on tabletops in cities on the other side of the planet. Yet, the gateway to the region for visiting whitefellas is still called … Continue reading

Like Ice in the Sunshine // 4 April 2015

It was as refreshing as the subject matter to be asked by the lovely and talented Simone Rosenbauer to help with the press push for her current photographic exhibition, Like Ice in the Sunshine. Dripping, melting, elusive and fragmentary, our selves are constantly evolving, being shaped by the elements we are exposed to and taking … Continue reading

I can hear everything inside my little heart // 17 Sep 2014

She held the pen precisely, with force, control. Her left hand is spread, holding down her diary’s fiddly, springy pages with their golden edges, fingerprints pushing on a well trodden spot. There were words above where she hovered, crossings-out, capitals, not cursive. Thoughts, perhaps, or more accurately, memories. Small pieces of a past that was … Continue reading