Temporality defines preciousness. What can be lost are always what we cherish the most. It’s because of this, that I find it difficult deleting photos from my collections: no matter how flawed they may be, photos are fragments of flawed ‘things’ that I created.
Street performers may drift along with the wind, or they may establish themselves with their own piece of land, but the best street performers tend to disappear after one showing. After they perform next to the glittered shopping fronts of Pitt Street, they disappear, never to be seen again.
Yet, the performance remains.
Sure, my experiences of city life in Sydney seems to reflect this and others may see it in another way, but the most amazing things I see in these tired, crowded streets are always one-time exclusives: I never have the chance to catch them again.
Or maybe I’m just not looking hard enough for them.
Love nature! I'd never seen moss in such a saturated orange color. A perfect combination with the sea blue behind...
When you don't want to turn into the annoying nagger
The pitfalls of reverse psychology or how my husband turned our garden into a war zone
Moving In, Moving Out, Moving On!
Imagine if your days are numbered. How would you spend your life? What would you do? Who would you be?
Harry, aged 4 1/2: I've got a new best friend, mum; she laughed when I nearly cracked my head open...
Sol Lewitt wall drawing vibrates the room in his exhibition at the Art Gallery of NSW
Memories of one of my first website builds.