walking

nothing was lost

nothing was lost

The sun sets on day 28 of isolation. My small apartment is full of hastily-acquired plants, and I’ve spent an anxious, indulgent afternoon lying in the sun on the footy oval, bare feet in the soft, lush grass. My toes digging down to the damp earth, hungry for connection. Hoping the cops will leave me in peace. Does belly breathing in the fresh air count as exercise? On my back…

if these walls

if these walls

I began this project both purposefully and not. As with several of my other projects, it started to accumulate into A Thing while I was busy doing other things. These photos are a fragment of that story. They are a poem crackling between the lines; an exquisite corpse writ large by an entire city. Or maybe they’re just some snapshots of graffiti.

the parallaxis

The Parallaxis is an invitation to experience the city differently; an ongoing game that anyone can play. In this game the ordinary gives way to an everyday that is ambiguous and indeterminate, enlivening the city with a magic that need not be invented, only allowed. Several years ago I began to devise this game in collaboration with the streets and laneways of Melbourne. For the city also plays; this is…

betwixt

betwixt

A video poem commissioned for Melbourne Knowledge Week 2016