Rude Ruby.

Rude Ruby.

Posted by ofay on March 8, 2015 in Words |No Comments

Rude Ruby In Darwin, native antidesma bunius gave out a solar flare, and made a photo in a day. Rude Ruby (rubus fruticosus) scrambling invasive, of European origin. Thorny, weedy, jammy, rubus fruticosus stains paper. Stubborn, under Victorian skies, it sticks, and stays.

Shot

Shot

I wrote this story while on a literary arts residency at the Banff Centre in Canada in 2013 generously supported by the Copyright Agency Ltd Career Development Fund. ‘Shot’ was shortlisted for the NT Literary Awards earlier this year. Thanks to Susan Mayse in Canada and Dani Powell in Australia for editing.   SHOT   […]

Poisoned chalices and a donkey’s jaw.

Poisoned chalices and a donkey’s jaw.

Flesh and Blood An exhibition of painting and sculpture by Andy Ewing and Matthew van Roden Darwin Visual Artists Association (DVAA) Darwin, Northern Territory 6 – 26 March 2014 Andy Ewing and Matthew van Roden layer religious motifs to render the tools of oppression queer in their exhibition “Flesh and Blood”. Ewing fastens flotsam to […]

Canadian artist Charley Young rubs old buildings — like a penny — before they disappear.

Canadian artist Charley Young rubs old buildings — like a penny — before they disappear.

Darwin based writer and artist Michelle Culpitt met Halifax based artist Charley Young while they were both in residence at the Banff Centre in Alberta, Canada in September 2013. Michelle was on her way back to tropical Darwin and Charley was preparing for a trip to the Artic. They spent time sitting in the sun, […]

Acoma Pueblo, New Mexico

The storm clouds contrasted the adobe houses. Lightening struck across the desert sky. Wide ladders — tapered at the end to pierce the clouds and bring rain— leant against homes. Other, narrower, ladders led to kiva: religious contemplation places.  We were one hundred and ten metres above ground on a seventy-acre sandstone mesa: a place […]

A few days in N’yawlins (New Orleans.)

On Arrival The name of the taxi driver was Stanley. Seriously. After Cara, Robyn and I almost hailed a police car, we climbed up into a truck-sized taxi and the name of the very first person that we met in New Orleans was Stanley. A good start. But not if your name is “Stella!” Or, […]

I am the voice left from drinking. *

I am the voice left from drinking. *

There are two sides to the island of Barbados: the calm, clear waters of the Caribbean Sea on the east side and the squally, dark waters of the Atlantic Ocean on the west side. At the beachside hamlet of Bath, on the west side, small houses with wonky picket fences are built on the edge […]

Suave Zouave

Suave Zouave

I fly over the Caribbean from Miami to Barbados. The Caribbean Islands are far below: white pebbles in a turquoise ocean. I imagine that I can hear Jamaica – “jammin’.” I want to visit the Hotel Olaffson – the inspiration for the hotel in Graeme Greene’s the Comedians –  in Haiti and wonder, will I […]

String Theory – Karen Mills in Houston, Texas

String Theory – Karen Mills in Houston, Texas

Posted by ofay on July 2, 2013 in Words |No Comments

Woven in 2-D Karen Mills Booker-Lowe Gallery, Houston, Texas 27 September–3 November 2012 What I see in my work is the telling of the story about family and about culture. It’s about children learning from adults how to make things. In the case of Aboriginal women, it’s taking the children out bush to source materials […]