I remember attending an art installation some years ago in Sydney. The title was something like ‘Little Altars Everywhere’. The artist had arranged everyday items as we might have them in our home, to enjoy small groupings, a bit like in the ‘L’il Mexico’ house we stayed in when we…
To say I don’t get out much would probably be an understatement. I’m not a gadabout when we are in town. I don’t like crowds…
Let me set the scene for you. It is the day after the twelve boys and their coach have been rescued from the cave in…
Just after the sun had broken over the horizon, sending a few bleak wintery rays across the grasses in front of the house, I looked…
There is probably little left that I can add to what has already been said about Fleur Sullivan, either by herself or by the many…