The Conversation (7 years on)
Your passing was whispered to me… It was in the morning air as I stood Anxious and uncertain upon foreign soil. Stilted conversations, childhood realizations, After years you were the centre of a symphony, Looping unceremoniously in your aftermath. With
The Conversation (7 years on)
Your passing was whispered to me… It was in the morning air as I stood Anxious and uncertain upon foreign soil. Stilted conversations, childhood realizations, After years you were the centre of a symphony, Looping unceremoniously in your aftermath. With
A Crash Landing
About a year ago, I found out that my mother and my brother had been stealing my identity to invest in the States, where I’m from, for the past eight years – the entire time I have been living in
A Crash Landing
About a year ago, I found out that my mother and my brother had been stealing my identity to invest in the States, where I’m from, for the past eight years – the entire time I have been living in
Our Circle of Women
“Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has.” -Margaret Mead Circle of Women began as a happy accident really. After reading Half the Sky by Nicholas
Our Circle of Women
“Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has.” -Margaret Mead Circle of Women began as a happy accident really. After reading Half the Sky by Nicholas
Learning That I Can’t Overachieve My Way Out of Sadness
I am the quintessential overachiever. After graduating from a top university, I moved to the big city and took pride in the fact that I was able to independently support myself on very little money. I followed that up by
Learning That I Can’t Overachieve My Way Out of Sadness
I am the quintessential overachiever. After graduating from a top university, I moved to the big city and took pride in the fact that I was able to independently support myself on very little money. I followed that up by
Wrap up (with gratitude)
On Sunday night, we launched this project with “A Celebration of the Art of Story” at the Museum of Contemporary Art as part of VIVID Sydney. The event brought in a full house, and we couldn’t be more thrilled that so
Wrap up (with gratitude)
On Sunday night, we launched this project with “A Celebration of the Art of Story” at the Museum of Contemporary Art as part of VIVID Sydney. The event brought in a full house, and we couldn’t be more thrilled that so
Adventures in Chernobyl – a story from our launch at VIVID Sydney
Hi my name is Cybele Malinowski, and I’m a photographer. Today I’m going to tell you about my journey to the radioactive zone of Chernobyl, and just how I got there. It all started when my grandmother Nanna died, almost
Adventures in Chernobyl – a story from our launch at VIVID Sydney
Hi my name is Cybele Malinowski, and I’m a photographer. Today I’m going to tell you about my journey to the radioactive zone of Chernobyl, and just how I got there. It all started when my grandmother Nanna died, almost
Anybody’s Child, Everybody’s Child
Hurt people hurt people; it’s an undeniable and continuing cycle unless and until somebody breaks it. Despairingly, it’s a never ending cycle in many families. In my family, as in too many others, drug and alcohol abuse, sexual, physical and
Anybody’s Child, Everybody’s Child
Hurt people hurt people; it’s an undeniable and continuing cycle unless and until somebody breaks it. Despairingly, it’s a never ending cycle in many families. In my family, as in too many others, drug and alcohol abuse, sexual, physical and
I am a recovering addict
The following post contains graphic sexual scenes and may trigger memories in those who have also experienced addiction. Dark, angry clouds coated Kings Cross. I was standing on the corner of Darlinghurst Road and William Street, the night so cold,
I am a recovering addict
The following post contains graphic sexual scenes and may trigger memories in those who have also experienced addiction. Dark, angry clouds coated Kings Cross. I was standing on the corner of Darlinghurst Road and William Street, the night so cold,
Valentine
The love and gratitude for my partner of 10 years. He is from the north, I am from the south; we met by chance halfway across the globe. I’ve always felt like we were two separate hemispheres who became a
Valentine
The love and gratitude for my partner of 10 years. He is from the north, I am from the south; we met by chance halfway across the globe. I’ve always felt like we were two separate hemispheres who became a
Me against myself
I don’t know why I am the way I am, but I am trying to accept it. There is no gain in questioning your feelings and thoughts; there can only be gain in dealing with them. So I am trying
Me against myself
I don’t know why I am the way I am, but I am trying to accept it. There is no gain in questioning your feelings and thoughts; there can only be gain in dealing with them. So I am trying
The World Outside
Growing up, I spent as many of my waking hours outdoors as possible. We didn’t have a TV until I was ten, and as much as this made for a tonne of resentment and frustration because ALL my friends had
The World Outside
Growing up, I spent as many of my waking hours outdoors as possible. We didn’t have a TV until I was ten, and as much as this made for a tonne of resentment and frustration because ALL my friends had
Sunday Mornings in Marrickville
When you go through major changes in your life, you feel that your social structures are being completely disrupted. You can’t help but feel a bit lost, and trying to find that sense of belonging can be a hard process.
Sunday Mornings in Marrickville
When you go through major changes in your life, you feel that your social structures are being completely disrupted. You can’t help but feel a bit lost, and trying to find that sense of belonging can be a hard process.
This Place is Ours
Welcome, everyone, to This Place is Yours. I truly hope it does, in some way or another, become yours. I didn’t create it for myself, or for my friends, or for anyone in particular – I created it for you.
This Place is Ours
Welcome, everyone, to This Place is Yours. I truly hope it does, in some way or another, become yours. I didn’t create it for myself, or for my friends, or for anyone in particular – I created it for you.
The Room Illuminated
I started my blog, The Room Illuminated, in December last year. I had been studying interior design for a few years and was looking for a creative way to use the skills and knowledge I had learnt along the way.
The Room Illuminated
I started my blog, The Room Illuminated, in December last year. I had been studying interior design for a few years and was looking for a creative way to use the skills and knowledge I had learnt along the way.
The Reason I Write
I’ve been blogging almost every day for three and a half years. I’m always hesitant to call it ‘writing’ (though quite clearly it is), and equally reluctant to call myself a ‘writer’. Why? I’m not entirely sure. It weirds me
The Reason I Write
I’ve been blogging almost every day for three and a half years. I’m always hesitant to call it ‘writing’ (though quite clearly it is), and equally reluctant to call myself a ‘writer’. Why? I’m not entirely sure. It weirds me
Are You Beautiful?
Thanks to my many friends on Facebook, I eventually got around to watching Dove’s Real Beauty Campaign video. As I’m sitting here still trying to pull myself together, I’m left with the feelings of sadness I have so often after
Are You Beautiful?
Thanks to my many friends on Facebook, I eventually got around to watching Dove’s Real Beauty Campaign video. As I’m sitting here still trying to pull myself together, I’m left with the feelings of sadness I have so often after
Reasons Why We Get Tired
There are so many distractions surrounding us that it can divide our attention until we’re not too sure what we think or how we feel. This drawing is about those times when you feel overwhelmed by your own conflicting desires
Reasons Why We Get Tired
There are so many distractions surrounding us that it can divide our attention until we’re not too sure what we think or how we feel. This drawing is about those times when you feel overwhelmed by your own conflicting desires
Doctor of Death
I’m studying to be a doctor of death. As creepy as that sounds, it’s entirely true. This year I have started my PhD in the communication of death and illness. For a twenty three year old, this is strange for
Doctor of Death
I’m studying to be a doctor of death. As creepy as that sounds, it’s entirely true. This year I have started my PhD in the communication of death and illness. For a twenty three year old, this is strange for
On Being an Elder
It seems to have gone on forever. The people that know me call me Elder, Uncle, Father, Wise Man, Old Pot, Moondog and a host of other salutations. Others might see me as a man in his 60s doing strange
On Being an Elder
It seems to have gone on forever. The people that know me call me Elder, Uncle, Father, Wise Man, Old Pot, Moondog and a host of other salutations. Others might see me as a man in his 60s doing strange
