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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.

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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Dancing Auschwitz

Living Art

After the hype of Dancing Auschwitz, my father and I decided to offer visitors to Federation Square the opportunity to ask my father any questions relating to his past and our project.

Dad was thrilled to come to the gallery each day by tram and sit on a cosy armchair in a mock-up lounge room with the series of Dancing Auschwitz videos playing on the wall behind him.

This was a memorable week where dad sat for hours chatting, explaining, retelling his history to anyone that was curious to open up a conversation on the horrors of the Holocaust.

I called this project Living Art’. Dad was a survivor – he had lived through it all.

Without him the project would not have been possible.