Continue reading “Three Trees and a Rock”
At the top I perched on the large rock for a rest and was unexpectedly hit like a ton of bricks by a thought.
Continue reading “Remote Gardening”
The purchases were carefully placed into every available space of the car so there was no option but to shove our parents in at the last minute.
Continue reading “Living between two Shores”
It’s not been a matter of ticking boxes – been there, done that – but more a time of navigating by intuition and sailing around my heart.
Spending time with my elderly parents is more adrenaline pumping than a roller coaster ride.
It’s a measure of the greatest sister in the world, that she should get up at 4am on her day off … just for me.
Sandwiched between every airport goodbye and hello are millions of family members who cope with living apart.
Death was in the room, portrayed with astonishing sensitivity, respect and gentleness.
Visiting NIROX was the last day of my five month overseas trip. I’d travelled to discover more of myself and hoped to wrap up the disparate parts of my life in some sort of neat bow. Of course that is not possible but this exhibition themed – ‘Not a Single Story’ – was a perfect ending (or was it just the beginning?!) of my travels inside and out.
I learned 8 things this about Art that day:
Just a pile of stones pfft …