On Tour

 

Finally done showing at the Centre for Contemporary Photography in Melbourne, the show goes on tour for the next 2 years over 2012 & 2013 around Australia. I will update the schedule soon as I find out about it myself! Thanks to all the people that came out to see it and continue to show support for the work. It is an honour to share the small stories.

 

Rookie error

Melbourne, en route to Rome.

Cold morning light, the beleaguered mid-Fall sun sliding its reluctant way into partial view. I watch my mother put on a brave face, hand raised (fingers splayed), after a sleepless night on the eve of yet another departure. I touch my fingers to the glass as the car pulls away from her, half conscious of the parody we make – her in the tightly wrapped bathrobe, me and my over stuffed bags.

Heart strings thrumming as I feel that strange regret. The one where the scene laid out before me loses its line of sight and I am left helplessly committing the heaviness, the poignancy to memory, empty-handed.

Cameras in the trunk.

Moon on a stick

I got on another plane. Pressed up against the oval window, watching the aerial landscape of Australia’s vast emptiness glide by. Day turns to night and the light fades to the dark shades of a cobalt pencil. We land and I am whisked through the night in a black S class Mercedes, cameras at my feet (Apple smart device in hand), windows aglow in skyscraping homes, the nameless eyes of people I don’t know, lights of a city that outshine the stars (the moon on a stick).

Melbourne – Hong Kong | February, 2011

Because all I want is the moon upon a stick
Just to see what it is
Just to see what gives
Take the lotus flowers into my room
Slowly we unfurl
As lotus flowers
All I want is the moon upon a stick
Dance around a pit
The darkness is beneath

~ from “Lotus Flower” by Radiohead

 

Playground love

I’m a high school lover, and you’re my favourite flavour
Love is all, all my soul
You’re my playground love

Yet my hands are shaking
I feel my body reeling, time’s no matter, I’m on fire
On the playground, love.

You’re the piece of gold that flashes on my soul.
Extra time, on the ground.
You’re my playground love.

Anytime, anywhere,
You’re my playground love.

~ Air

Be generous with your love | Australia | Summer | 2011

Nocturne

Melbourne | Australia

South

Back again on Australian soil. The same perfume of my old hallway, bed made how I left it in August. The comings and goings now so frequent that I barely feel my feet leave the ground before I’m back home unpacking all over again. Not for long though, only 7 days this time. Enough time to swim in saltwater, hold long-suffering friends briefly in my arms and eat mangoes with my father.

Adrian

And he was walking in the garden
And he was walking in the night
And he was singing a sad love song
And he was praying for his life

And the stars came out around him
He was thinking of his sins
And he’s looking at his song-bird
And he’s looking at his wings

There, inside the garden
Came another with his lips
Said “won’t you come and be my lover ?”
“Let me give you a little kiss”

And he came knelt down before him
And fell upon his knees
“I will give you gold and mountains
If you stay a while with me”

And there was trouble
Taking place
Trouble
Taking place

~ “The Garden” by PJ Harvey

For the brute

I promised you photographs. My memory in exchange for yours.
Mine; a cold, rainy day in Melbourne, Australia. Winter in July.

“Every woman adores a Fascist,
The boot in the face, the brute
Brute heart of a brute like you.”
~ Sylvia Plath

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