I'm sitting in Father's Office in Melbourne drinking a vodka, lime and soda waiting for a friend to arrive. She is seeing My Fair Lady at the Regent and is running late. While I wait my mind starts to wander, I sip my vodka, look at the view of the State Libray of Victoria and ponder the fate of the great Australian musical...
As a teenager I knew death intimately, circumstances left me trying to comprehend the end of life instead of living it, having experienced three deaths in my family before I turned twenty. The impact of each individual passing was unnerving...so as a kid I dreamt about death. It was hard not to dream those dreams... Continue Reading →
Recently I took a two week holiday to contemplate what next in life. There was nothing wrong, I just felt stuck in a life less than what I saw for myself inside my head, and I found it aggravating. So, I thought it a good time to stop...and tram 5 stop 37 seemed like as good a place as any... Continue Reading →
Harlequin ink 