This week we’re incredibly excited to share a piece of cinema by Sherwin Akbarzadeh and Rebecca Liley, whose intellects and visions I’ve admired for years.
Eloise Grills’s graphic narrative, “Feral”, is a deceptively simple glimpse of the dilemmas we face in our daily lives as our understanding of what it means to be a conscious, ethical and committed citizen of the world becomes more complex.
If I ever leave Melbourne, or the entire cityscape becomes an experiment in wacky-clad apartments and chain supermarkets, I will look at Timothy Rodgers’ work to twist the knife of sentimentality.
For the two weeks over the Christmas break I return to my parents’ home in Perth. Each day we peel and dice a large basin of fruit salad. Baby nephews gurgling on the living-room tiles, cousins sprawled asleep on the sofas; someone will be singing in the shower while my brother-in-law and my father take apart a bike on the verandah. A tiny knife makes exacting work.
I am afraid.
I fear the degree to which violence is proliferating across our planet and the ways in which it is manifesting in the lives of the young. And I’m afraid that we, the collective adults of the world, are not nearly as outraged by this as we should be.
December 23. I visited my mum in Flemington to do some gardening at her place in preparation for Christmas. This is her in the backyard.
I remember hearing someone say that yor breath
is the one thread that flows thru ya whole life.
Anyone who has ever asked me about how Chart began knows what Tony Birch means to this project. And for those of you who haven’t, I’ll tell you what he means, which is a whole bloody lot.