In the beginning there was nothing but karaoke

Abashed mum gets forced to the karaoke stage by the girlies. She resists playfully at first but everyone knows theres nothing she wants more. She tip toes to the stage, shy and giggly. Fine, she supposes she could just do oooone. The audience holds their breath, what’s she gonna do? There’s really no telling. After

Touch, non-humans and the 7%

I make kissy noises and high pitched coo’s at my grandparents dogs and I know they know what I’m getting at. At any chance I get, I hold their tiny heads in my hands and stroke their ears back, circling my thumbs against their cheeks, nuzzling my face against their necks and I’m surprised they

Virtually Reality

When we arrived at the lake, my family and I stand back unsure of what to do with the breathtaking view that stretches out in front of us. It feels like a 2D cardboard facade, as though if somehow kicked it, it would fall to reveal a warehouse studio behind it. We were outside looking

All the virtues of the early riser

Of all the virtues a person can display today, none exceed that of getting up early. I’m convinced Instagram only introduced the timestamp so that early morning joggers could boast their 7.15am run while the rest of us sloth until 9. But imagine if we all got into the habit of smashing out a couple

Unexpected edges and the Proximities of Rain

Our experience of rain is one of being inside it. We understand rain as wetness. We understand it with our bodies in the moment that we collide with it. It is an experience of being totally immersed, surrounded and implicated. Like Random International’s Rain Room but in reverse so that the rain falls only onto

Seed Time Trackers

I’m currently taking the Radical Imperfection in Time Tracking class with School of Machines. For a week I had tried exclusively tracking my structured or ‘productive’ labour in an attempt to excavate data on the liminal/unstructured/inbetween time during my days that is often much harder to capture. But in regards to time-tracking, I have been

Crumpet Conspiracies

Recently I’ve been craving crumpets. The iconic soggy gloopy sponge saturated in moisture, molten butter running through each vein of this holey dough. Cratered like a lunar landscape as though the moon had just been squashed between two palms to craft this perforated puck of oozing wells.  But unfortunately German supermarkets don’t stock such a

Queer Temporalities in non-monogamy

It seems as though when we aren’t hurtling towards exclusivity as a way to prove our undying commitment to each other, haste has been lifted. A comfortable slowness trickles between us. Three, four, five months pass and the milestones that I would normally associate with closeness and stability – success- are no where in sight.

30 Days of Bad Art #1

I’ve decided to challenge myself to create one piece of bad art every day.  An exercise in the letting go of expectations of any final outcome.  An attempt to let go of perfectionism.  Perhaps a step closer to dethroning the ego, being comfortable with the knowledge that I will make shitty art sometimes.  Being okay

Swallowing Sunsets

The sun explodes in reds and yellows and oranges against a pale sky, and for a few moments our pace slows as though there is chewing gum dragging us towards the concrete. And the urge is surfacing. I feel it itching it’s way to the surface, my neurons firing every signal they have at my