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About ten years ago I first attended a ‘womens business’ ceremony camp out near Pukatja, SA. An electrifying five days of wide-eyed situation fathoming and a lot of firewood gathering and freshie runaround biz ended with me feeling more exhausted and filthy than ever before/since. I was in every way a total beginner, and my beginner   Read More …

It’s a big topic to tackle because heeeeeaaaaps of stuff happened in Finland – hundreds of writing seeds were sown each day that if watched could grow off into a botanical garden of episodes. But I reminded myself to consider my reader and rope it in so here’s what I wrote, an initial scratch and there will be   Read More …

This story again, really? Are you not over it yet? Dredging that pointy stick like a faithful puppy out of sand that isn’t sure if it belongs to the desert or the sea? There were waves of internal cognitive sabotage happening around the notion of summoning the witch back from the dead with her own   Read More …

I started work in a tactile sense on ‘my caravan’ today. When I say I mine I don’t mean it belongs to me, but is the caravan that I almost unwittingly manoeuvred into becoming a shell for an artwork I am creating as part of ‘Museum of the Long Weekend’ – the project which I   Read More …

FRED CHANEY is a white man with grey hair and a suit. If not a whole suit he was definitely wearing at least suit pants. Maybe not a suit at all but he definitely had white guy in a suit vibes. I don’t meet many suits in my circles, but on the day in question   Read More …

on the eve of website completion!!!! i made internet! possibly the urge to art fell into a crack while i sweated and raged over j-query plugins and javascript bugs … but love reigned in the form of determination and here we are with a something…and this particular space which could be used to try and   Read More …