My “Pretty Woman” Right Turn.

Occasionally, random memories will return to me without any prompting on my part. It is an involuntary phenomenon – quite outside myself, though I’m sure there’s a trigger I’m not seeing. This morning, for example, I was ferrying a plastic bag of dog poop to the rubbish bin at the side of our house andContinue

The Struggle For Art.

The romantic image of the struggling artist has been portrayed in art for as long as art has existed. But it is an idea that I think should be rejected out of hand in our modern time. Here’s something I’ve been thinking about over the past few days. After my yearly tax return appointment thisContinue

The Bastards I Have Met.

I grew up in a working class area in rural Australia – among farmers, trades-people, a smattering of professionals and workers in heavy industry. The State Electricity Commission was the largest employer in the Latrobe Valley. It was where many men and women became employed in various trades. A lot of my contemporaries got theirContinue