Humour is such an intrinsic part of culture. You know you're fluent in another language when you get the jokes. Similarly, there's a resonance in the humour of your primary culture and language. Australian political satire has a very distinctive flavour, and I love it. Every now and then I'm reminded of how funny and
Building things and solving problems makes me happy. The chicken have moved in and seem happy in their new palace. It is a fine construction built with my kids and my dad. To the stranger it may appear to simply be a chicken coop, but I see a memory palace - the day three generations
I've been cleaning and sorting out sixteen years of living in my little orange brick house. It's been hard work work, physically, mentally and emotionally, but there have also been many tiny moments of joy as I find long forgotten letters, kids drawings and curious mementos from past lives. And stashed cash in odd places,
I popped along to the Foto Biennale opening this evening in Versailles costume (doing a little promo for the next show on the 20th September in Ballarat). I was lucky enough to find my favourite after hours loading zone park outside Karova (heavy rock venue), where there was quite a queue of young people dressed
My grandmother had a little porcelain Pinocchio that lived on the bookshelf. He had a music box in him that played When You Wish Upon A Star as he gently turned in a circle. It was written for the 1940 Disney film of Pinicchio, for the adorable Jiminy Cricket, and sung by ukulele hero Cliff
That's you! You make me happy! It's always a pleasure to play for the diverse mix of people who come to my gigs (and this all applies to you too, the people who read my blog). Tonight was no exception - from the jolly group of birthday party women, to the regular attendees and new
I came across this gorgeous little watercolour by Lily Allport at the Becoming Modern exhibition at the Ballarat Fine Art Gallery on the weekend. It was painted in 1931 and is called "French Nurses". No doubt the nurses are doing embroidery, but they have exactly the same posture as someone looking at a smartphone. Is the
I caught up with my arts tribe tonight at an impromptu birthday gathering. I've missed them, and as happens so often, didn't realise just how much until they were all there again. We talked of art and life, big things and small, with a wine and a few laughs, but what really stands out is