“If your life flashed before your eyes, what’d you think you’d see?” When it came to the concept of a self-portrait my mind immediately went…
I think straight off the bat it says a lot about me when I reflect on how I approached the topic of painting my own…
With the Yarra river so close to my house I have found that it has become a source of solace for me. In the mornings…
Every one of my mornings is tainted by the steady mechanical heartbeat of our coffee machine bequeathing my father with the gift of energy and…
visiting Seoul Forest, Rowan and I came across an old piano which, miraculously (as it was left outdoors and it had been snowing quite heavily prior…
my window has a great view of a wall He is more important than I am Dads overwhelmingly Marxist library A door sans handle makes for an awkward…