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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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Who's wearing my clothes again?

Jane
Jun 4, 2021
1 min read

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 different feeling when it’s mum. I don’t think she consciously thinks that she’s wearing a little bit of me, or views my things as hers, with no line of separation. What’s most likely is that she doesn't think about these things at all; it’s just a comforting feeling to walk into my room and take whatever catches her eye :-)