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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Dementia at the movies

34 minutes ago

Dementia at the movies

13.6.21 Yasha suggested we all go see a movie as it had been awhile since we had all been out together. The only movie Gil and I were curious to see was ‘The Father’, about a daughter’s challenges with her father who is denying his slowly progressing dementia. The film gives the audience an insight into his mind’s chaotic world. I haven’t taken mum to the movies for a number of years because when I last tried, she spent most of the time wanting to go to the toilet. I had no c

A solution to 'not exploding'

Jun 9

A solution to 'not exploding'

Since my earlier post 'I exploded today. Poor mum', I've been brainstorming solutions to help stop mum from taking her nappy off at night and flooding the bed. Celina ordered two cute pussycat onesies for mum. We thought that if she's all zipped up, she'll forget about removing her nappies. Last night was the trial and in the morning she was still wearing the onesies with nappies intact. Great success! 8pm. Off to bed Midnight. Sound asleep 9am. Good Morning... Success!

Who's wearing my clothes again?

Jun 4

Who's wearing my clothes again?

12.5.2 Mum’s put herself to bed for an afternoon sleep. She’s been resting for a couple of hours and it’s time to get her up. I pull back the doona and laugh out loud. She’s wearing the clothes I had set out to wear later on - a cosy cardigan that had belonged to dad, and a knitted vest that I hadn’t worn in a long time. Now mum’s wearing both the cardigan and the vest. I would probably get annoyed if someone had entered my room and snitched my clothes - but it’s a whole diff

Morning: Polish practice, wrestles & salutes