Scary Week Ahead

So I've been feeling lately like all my friends are isolated from each other. It'd be great to have a party soon. Some deboarchorous mixing pot of distorted faces. Actually, it would be scary.

Next Wednesday I'm going away to Sydney Fringe Festival for Retinal Damage. Really looking forward to performing it again. It's looking really good. VERY excited to see what people think of it's second re-incarnation. This time around, I'm performing with Miss Maya Ruin, who is lovely, and very talented creative girl. She's behind the reins of the slide projector!

From there Maya and myself part, and I go to Brisbane to performing in Under the Radar Program for Brisbane Festival. I've been developing a new work, Mothlight with my friend Naomi. The new shows got some really nice parts. Exciting. But anyway.. Much travelling soon.. But now, I must work! Thinking of having a slide night tonight but everybody's out of town. Feeling a little isolated........ kinda like my life is Retinal Damage. Maybe my life is Retinal Damage... let me just check.. Ok.. Yes.. It is.


PS. Mothlight is also playing in the Melbourne Fringe Festival in October. This is the most exciting season out of all of them. Melbourne Fringe Rocks and we have the best space for the show EVER!

Photos of late:

Marmalade Toast

Hot marmalade on toast.
Attracts the attention of the birds.
Cut into triangles, sweet and burnt.
...
All the letters I never sent.
Will get-to-you, in there own time.
With unsent letters you don't regret,
You don't even need to write-back.
In the morning broken-down house.
House-mates sleep till well past twelve.
I get up early to burn the toast.
Sorry I can't help with the noise.
I'm walking home, late at night.
Blue spotted stockings keep riding past.
I'm sick of stepping on the snails
so I walk down the centre of the road.
...
A place I'd rather be. Marmalade sweet.
Suck-down cups of tea. Anxiety.

 

Place I'd rather be.

Almost Today

So Close or So

We kept our phones on the whole flight just to see what would happen.

Animal Ears Help

Cures EVERYTHING...

Birthday Girl; Brighter Things

Galvanised Iron

Sound echo's around his head like the inside of a rainwater tank. His spine displaces from his body. He feels vacant. A ghost. Only dripping water and galvanised iron exists. His skeleton sits on a stool across from him; staring. Bashfully it plays sad slide guitar. Its wobbly jaw falls off. No voice. Only blues and cold welling echoes. The inside of a rainwater tank. At the least of time. There is music!