MY PERFECT MAN

My Man in Melbourne

Som Chai meets my family & friends

I am so excited that Som Chai is now in Oz and has been granted a partner visa.

He's met my family and friends, and even come along to Uni with me.

It is wonderful having him here with me - no more lonely nights or awkward outings on my own!

I can throw my wish list in the fire now because he fulfils all my dreams. I am so proud of him - he is charismatic, generous and kind, and he is also Budhist and a meditator!

An Ode to a Human Painting Machine

I wondered whether there was a difference between art made by a human and art made by a machine? So I made a fan that painted, and I became a painting human fan.
Conclusion: there was no difference.

Ketubot/Marriage Contracts

Just an Ordinary Peasant is based on my uncle’s experience as an inmate at Treblinka extermination camp in 1944. His memoir recounts that while being forced to carry corpses from the gas chambers to an open-air pyre, he was handed a sack which held little children who were still alive. The guard commanded the sack be thrown into the fire. The woman I play in Just an Ordinary Peasant is a hybrid character created from the memoirs of my uncle, my parents and my own research. She sings and dances and also throws a sack of babies into the fire. This piece explores my own biases as well as questions the culpability of ‘ordinary people’ who were accomplices to the atrocities carried out during the Third Reich.

An Ode to a Human Painting Machine

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She Ain't Heavy, She's My Mother

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We have a nice moment right now..

Feb 17

We have a nice moment right now..

12.2.21 I could hear Gil’s voice talking to someone loudly. I found him lying next to mum in her darkened room. They were holding hands and having a deep conversation about 'life'. He brings out the best in her, I think because he gives her his time which makes her feel good and allows her to open up. Here are some of their golden snippets: Mum: Should I think too much...about what's going on..? Gil: 'This is the life….moment after moment…'

Introducing some of the housemates

Feb 17

Introducing some of the housemates

I speak about the household a lot. How it supports each other and seems to carry us all in a nutty sort of way. These days I have two tenants - Lisa from the Phillipines and Serena from India. Lisa is very kind and gentle and loves the garden with all its flowers. Serena's a lively and lovely 22 year old student. She’s friendly and helpful too. There’s also Coby and Bee. I love that Coby lives here, and Bee too, except when Coby frustrates her and she goes into an emotional

Mum has Two Angels

Feb 17

Mum has Two Angels

12.2.21 Mum has two angels that landed in this house - one is Lisa from the Phillipines, the other is Serena, a young student from India. They love mum unconditionally and always keep an eye out for her. Lisa is an early riser and more often than not she’ll find mum pottering around in the kitchen in the early hours of the morning. I am sound asleep at that time. Lisa will tend to mum with loving care - she’ll help mum put on her dressing gown, make her a hot cup of tea and

Move now, Som Chai

Cherishing the moments

Feb 7

Cherishing the moments

29.2.20 I get these moments often - a deep surge of joy somewhere inside between my belly and my chest. The joy comes from my household. I am sitting here in the divided part of the lounge room in the dark because I am so-called meditating. But I stopped to write because I felt the surge, and I usually don’t manage to write when I feel it. Yasha/Coby is praying quietly near me, on the other side of the dividing curtains - it is nearly the end of Shabbat. Bee (Coby’s girlfrien

The little thief

Feb 7

The little thief

15.11.19 I’m having a sit in the lounge room. My eyes are closed but I peep as mum is fussing about with the clothes on the clothes horse. I’m concerned that she’ll trip over the light cord on the little table which she constantly moves to the middle of the room and I constantly move it back - many times a day. Through squinting eyes I see that she takes a face cloth and my bra from the horse, turns to glance at me and then heads straight to her room holding on to her treasur

Thoughts about mum

Feb 4

Thoughts about mum

20.5.17 We’re up here in Warby for the weekend. It’s a skin/nerves/heart experience, spending time with my 94 yr old mum who I love. I see her so vulnerable and regressing, like a little kid, but in some ways still like her old self. I feel pleasure knowing she is happy here with me. It is an exercise in true patience - the accumulation of my 60 years of life reactions constantly clash with my effort to remember how she must feel, losing her senses - her speech, her thoughts,