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I once visited a lighthouse down on a rocky tip of the southern Australian coastline. The carpark to the lighthouse was a white walk. The damp cold breath of the Antartic air was blowing thick against the shore. Bright white fog swallowed the sea, the coastline and the path. It didn’t just blur the edges…
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This is the heritage listed and iconic Benalla Rocket Ship Slide. It is a piece of play equipment set in the beautiful rose gardens of the rural Victorian town Benalla The red and yellow 1960’s structure is a relic of postwar Australia, when space and the space race dominated our collective imaginations. When every little…
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One day, much to the horror of my family, I found myself bored and armed with a packet of googly eyes. Monster googly eyes to be precise in all sorts of colours. As I wondered about the house making weird things weirder. I wondered if I could incorporate googly eyes into my work without it…
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The ritual of dressing belongs to everyone on the planet, nearly every day of their lives and the clothes have a lot to say about this. I’ve been scrolling some YouTube fashion content and I have seen quite a few videos of excited women with their hauls of shopping. Bag upon bag upon bags of…
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We decided as a family that if there was such a scenario where a mob boss, or equivalent villain, wanted to threaten someone, they could add extra menace, a bit of unhinged absurdism, by looking directly at the victim and eating a banana. It would not matter how they ate that banana, as long as…
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I have always wanted to live in a musical and on two special occasions I did I find spontaneous singing so moving and exhilarating. Whether it is the football fans swarming the streets after the game, loudly singing the champions anthem. Or, the crowds being swept up in song as they leave the concert’s venue.…
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I don’t like rules around colour, they are very silly. Red and green should never be seen? Tell that to a rose. Pink is never to be next to orange? The sunsets seem to manage it. And no shade on any who use it, but a lot of the rules in colour theory can go…
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Kooka, an old friend, was a sparrow of a man. Tiny, frail and friendly. A face of many warm and worn wrinkles describing a man who looked much older then his years. He was an artist with superb technical skills and care. We shared that love of art. We shared a love of history, we…
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In the evening I sit and remember the day. As I do this I call the good elements forward, front and centre, the bits worth holding on to. I have been doing this practice most days for over ten years, both in the evening and during the moments of the day. It’s what many call…
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This is a story of falling in love for the first time. In this story, rather dramatically. I was five when I ventured into the huge paddock behind our house. In actual truth it wasn’t that large a paddock, I just had little legs. It also had two sheep in it, one was a ram.…
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Amelia Draws 