If ever there was proof of how globally connected we really are, it’s in the volume of artists from far away lands contacting me in little ol’ Brisbane, [...]
My second favourite household chore is ironing. My first is hitting my head on the top bunk bed until I faint. Erma Bombeck WASH. IRON. COOK. CLEAN. WORK. WORK. WORK. Repeat. [...]
I am so glad to be finally done with midyear exams and back into writing about all the beautiful things again, not the least because I have been busting to write about [...]
What came first – the craftsman or the artist? It’s a question I seem to be constantly returning to at the moment. The words seem obvious and intertwined – [...]