A moving room of my own

It always takes some time to get used to yourself again. I had spent the last two months surrounded by other travellers, started similar small-talks every day with different people, and found out new things about far-away countries every other day. Now I was on my own, driving out of Melbourne, and I had forgotten…

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Leaving Australia

Half around the world, again; clouds move like camels across the Australian outback, and each time I look out of the window, the landscape has changed. Far: it could be the sea, only red and brown. Zoom: it could be the skin of a snake. It takes a long time to leave Australia, at least…

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last week

[Brisbane] is not a city, I would want to say, that provokes contemplation, in which the mind moves out and loses itself in space. What it might provoke is drama and a kind of intellectual play, a delight in new and shifting views, and this because each new vista as it presents itself here is…

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Studio visit: paper boat press

Every day poems Kylie Johnson from Australia has devoted her words and pottery to poetry: she sneaks poems into everyday lifes on ceramic bowls, pencils and in books. I visited her in February in her paper boat press studio in Brisbane. In which order do you create, I ask Kylie Johnson who welcomes me with…

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Exhibition AUSTRALIA IS A MYTH OF HER MIND

“The world the girl had believed in did not, after all, exist. The world and the clan and Australia had been a myth of her mind, and she had been, all the time, an individual.” (based on Randolph Stow in The merry-go-around the sea) My exhibition “Australia is a myth of her mind” has just…

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dear Sydney

dear Sydney, I have been waiting for you. Even before I arrived at your door, you were caught in my name. Everywhere in Australia I had to repeat my name because they always only understood yours. Cindy sounds like Sydney. Especially in Australia. My -ndy and your -ney lead to the same -e. I like…

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a walk around bondi beach

When you stay in Bondi Beach for three weeks it quickly feels like a little seaside town. You recognize same people in cafés, and when you walk away from Hall Street, it gets very quiet and neighbourly. In Bondi, I have found many favourites: a bookshop café, the beach and a lookout over the sea.…

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