In 2012, my New Year's Resolution was to 'Put more effort into Costume Parties.'
I thought it was great. Achievable. Realistic. And somehow symbolically important to me. I wanted to be that kind of person, over-investing in trivial novelties. Rather than the guy who throws it together at the last minute because it's just not that important...
But somehow 2012 wasn't a big year for costume parties. I don't think I went to any at all. So, not wanting to waste a great resolution, I used it again for 2013. Renewed resolution. Second chance... Read More
It's hard to explain what I do. At parties, when someone asks. On forms, with a field for occupation. Or at census time, when the government demands that everything fit into categories.
It's easy to feel like the government doesn't really understand me. Because I don't have a sole occupation, or an employer. I have a portfolio career - a full time workload broken down into various modes of employment. Sometimes contract, sometimes part time, sometimes tiny scraps of work that fit together to make a living.
After a stupendously busy year, I wanted to sit down and map out my modes of employment. To somehow illustrate what my portfolio career looked like... Read More
Bad art preaches a simple understanding of life, where there are good people and bad people and some people win and other people lose. It leads us to believe that the answers should be easy. That we should be strong, and that being strong will make us better than other people. Strong people aren’t conflicted, they don’t experience dilemmas. Strong people are winners. Simple. Read More
One of my biggest regrets about travelling is that I failed to keep a journal. Now, with the optimism of January, I would really like to write a sort-of travel journal in hindsight. Not a blow-by-blow account of what we did, but a series of posts that capitalises on what hindsight has to offer. These will be the strongest memories, not yet faded but also not completely precise. I expect the gloss of six months' distance might put a particular spin on the story... Read More
In the house I grew up in, there were always a few prints hanging on the wall. The sort of typical domestic paintings you'd find in a family home. Ornate flowers and gentle landscapes, the beach, a meadow, a street scene.
I hated them. Watercolour monstrosities each one. Calm and passive, empty decor posing as art.
Jump forward nearly a decade. I'm working on AV Design for HE DREAMED A TRAIN - a show set in someone's lounge room. For an integral part of the design, I have to find a print to hang on the wall... Read More
It's September, which means Brisbane Festival, which means my bank account is feeling the strain of too many ticket purchases.
Earlier this year my partner and I spent some time adventuring through Europe, where we kept up a rapid-fire pace of theatre attendance. By the time we got to London we were hitting up to 3 shows a day. And I was astonished at how affordable we could make it. Read More