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The same wind that breathed across the ocean lifted up the ends of my hair around my face. She left me and greeted the spinifex grasses...

I never thought that this would happen - That I could be living as me. I feel like a child pretending. It's water that's holding us up,...

Life is either exceedingly meaningless and we are all just distracting ourselves from our inevitable death. Or life is significant and...

Here is a digression from the regular mess of mothering: Horses, magic, scrapes, hunger, sadness, situations with building blocks. But...

Rain like your tears. Sun like your smile. Clouds like hands over your face. Ocean like your body.

"Memory is holy". I can't wait to explore the concept visually. It is tragic and beautiful. What can the sea say about memory and...

The landscape is the bedrock of life. It is full of life, it provides opportunity for the sustenance of life. We consume its energy,...

Beauty is quiet, not loud. Beauty is uncertainty amongst certainty, and certainty in uncertainty. Beauty is the opposite. It is the...

Dear Reader, Is every consideration of beauty, in recognising it or cultivating it, an act of defiance against the idea of...

I thought I would run you through my ideas for my first solo show by sharing an excerpt of the artist talk for the opening evening. In a...

In case you were unable to make it to the opening, but are still intrigued to hear more about the thought behind Dear Rosa, I have...

I'm so glad you've ventured here to this part of the internet. I hope that this can be a place where we can stop to think or rethink...