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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Who do you love more?

May 30

Who do you love more?

8.5.21 We often have very cosy Friday night dinners, especially when it is just us - Yasha (Coby), Gil, Mum and I. It is the end of the week and Gil is bubbly and animated. Yasha and Gil are an odd pair and when they're together they make me laugh. They have an unusually close relationship, seeing that they are poles apart in temperament, looks and beliefs. The funniest times are when the two of them are lovingly playful with mum.

I exploded today. Poor mum

May 29

I exploded today. Poor mum

27.5.21 Mum’s still taking her nappies off at night and hiding them in her blankets and other secret places in her room. I tried wrapping the nappy around her with masking tape to distract her from pulling it off but it didn’t help. All the layers of the protective mats were wet as well as her doona and pillow. Lately, this has been happening daily and sometimes twice a day when she’s had a nap. I know it’s pointless to get upset and scold her. She really can’t remember. But

Tom

May 29

Tom

20.5.21 Tom is 85 and is a precious relic from the old world. He is down to earth and frugal, the simple things make him happy. He is my loyal helper and comes most weeks to fix things around the house or build little aids that help me look after mum. He’s put in all the handrails and built the wooden bars around mum’s bed (without which she would’ve fallen many times). He’s made little wooden sofa arm covers for mum to rest her cup of tea, a drop down shelf outside mum’s roo