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…
A hundred years ago when Don and I watched Stefano De Pieri‘s cooking show, ‘Gondola on the Murray’, we had no idea that one day we…
Washed of ochre dust immodest saturation against sapphire sky. Eucalyptus air and tears, cling to nodded heads gratefully renewed. Beneath duvet folds lay Dreamtime Yeperenye Winter…
Before I start, this will be long…begin at your own risk! And most importantly, thank you to Celia for hosting our monthly kitchen get together!…
You know how Melancholy comes to visit? She quietly slips under the door, and floats along from room to room until she finds you. Then…