Tag Archives: writing
Rediscovering Artist Courage
On why I haven’t written for so long, and the future of this blog and my writing.
Thailand Week 5: I’m still alive!
On dancing in my underwear, breathing pollution, my growing affection for Bangkok, still not speaking Thai, and achieving more than I expected.
Thailand Week 1: I made it!
On settling into Bangkok, not speaking Thai, making friends, and silly fears
Much love and affection from my travels
On writing postcards and loving London
Monet’s Garden: Still Breathing
Some thoughts on Monet’s Garden now that the exhibition is over. I visited Monet’s Garden for the second time last Thursday morning. This time I went alone and there were so many more people. The quite din of cultured conversation hummed throughout the gallery as people entered the paintings around me. There was no space […]
My Dream of Becoming a Sponge
I think they call this procrastination. I have an interview to write up for the lovely blog of 85 Broads Unimelb but instead I want to write a little dream. Today, I had one those afternoons where I felt, in the words of a dear friend, like a fly squished against a dusty window. The […]
FREEDOM! (sort of)
WOOHOO. I just emailed off my submission for the Bus of Books case competition run by SAMM. That tops off a week of non-stop deadlines, where I submitted assignments worth 20% of my combined final grade in just 7 days! I haven’t slept that much so I should probably take a nap now before I […]
Faces of Sorrow
A sad day, and it is sunny. The world is laughing at your expense. A sad day, and it is raining. The world is adding to your sorrows. A sad day, and the sun is out. The world is offering you some quiet solace. A sad day, and rain is falling. The world is crying […]
NAKED QUIET LAUGHTER
Naked, she stood under the benign force of a raging storm; Its warm mist seeps into her broken soul, and the swift rains drown out her silent cries. Quiet. And the storm has passed; She stares with empty eyes of apprehension into the fading clouds – unsure when they might return. Laughter: calls […]
The Cliff of Dreams
Uncertainty invites all sorts of monsters into the soul – Fear, irrationality and regret. But perhaps most troubling of all is curiosity – Curiosity of the reckless sort. Quietly, reassuringly you’ll be led to the places of your dreams. At your feet you’ll see the black sea and the rhythm of deadly waves – […]
Relativity 