“There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors of perception.” Aldous Huxley When we view something, what is it that we see? How the presenter of the thing wants us to see it, in other words a “curated” version? Or does what we perceive activate a part of… Read More The Presence of Absence or Ways of Looking at the World.
“From what I have said of the Natives of New-Holland they may appear to some to be the most wretched people upon Earth, but in reality they are far more happier than we Europeans; being wholly unacquainted not only with the superfluous but the necessary Conveniences so much sought after in Europe, they are happy… Read More Discoverer of Worlds, Destroyer of Worlds: Cook in the Pacific
Whenever I move to a new city, I like to catch up with local friends. I’d organised with Lorna, my Melbourne friend, to meet at Sorrento and enjoy a day out. It always feels like an adult play-date when we meet; there’s a feeling of Ferris Bueller’s Day Off to it as we give ourselves… Read More Sunny Day in Sorrento
It’s the biggest island in Sydney harbour. Named after the hordes of Cockatoos, both black and white, which used to inhabit the thick forest of trees on the island. Now of course, there are few trees and none of those raucous birds to be heard or seen. Like Sydney town itself, the island has undergone… Read More Cockatoo Island; From Convict Past to Creative Presence
As a nation, Australia has been and continues to be in denial about the murders and massacres of our Indigenous peoples which took place in the early (and not so early) days of European colonisation. Sometimes it takes an outsider to see the truth and help us move past our blindspot. I have always felt… Read More We Are The World Blogfest ; Healing The Lie
The Australian Governments attitude to asylum seekers is bewilderingly cruel. The only way that I can make sense of their persecution of desperate people is throught the lens of our cultural shadow. The first European settlers were the convicts, sentenced to languish on an island for petty crimes of survival and this has led to… Read More The Power of Story
We started the seven hour drive from Canberra at a reasonable hour on a midweek day. With two kids under six and two drivers, my daughter in law and me, we drove south on a frosty winter’s morning. My daughter in law Kylie, had taken the taken the trip to her Mum’s home at Mansfield… Read More Road Trip to the High Country