Som Chai meets my family & friends
I am so excited that Som Chai is now in Oz and has been granted a partner visa.
He's met my family and friends, and even come along to Uni with me.
It is wonderful having him here with me - no more lonely nights or awkward outings on my own!
I can throw my wish list in the fire now because he fulfils all my dreams. I am so proud of him - he is charismatic, generous and kind, and he is also Budhist and a meditator!
I wondered whether there was a difference between art made by a human and art made by a machine? So I made a fan that painted, and I became a painting human fan.
Conclusion: there was no difference.
Just an Ordinary Peasant is based on my uncle’s experience as an inmate at Treblinka extermination camp in 1944. His memoir recounts that while being forced to carry corpses from the gas chambers to an open-air pyre, he was handed a sack which held little children who were still alive. The guard commanded the sack be thrown into the fire. The woman I play in Just an Ordinary Peasant is a hybrid character created from the memoirs of my uncle, my parents and my own research. She sings and dances and also throws a sack of babies into the fire. This piece explores my own biases as well as questions the culpability of ‘ordinary people’ who were accomplices to the atrocities carried out during the Third Reich.
Déjà vu
Rest in Peace, Missed World Peace
After several years of attending anti-Israel rallies, Miss World Peace becomes disheartened and despondent. Her voice isn’t heard, no-one wants peace, and she is banned from attending future rallies as she is told by police that 'she incites violence'.
After immersing herself in all the hostility, she is worn out and disillusioned. She falls into a depression and deteriorates into 'Missed' World Peace, whose name articulates how she feels after her failed attempts to appease the crowds. She is now an unhappy and bloated remnant of Miss World Peace - haggard, overweight, unwell and medicated. Her forlorn face white with the artificial and exaggerated smile of a clown.
The battle is lost, even though she has valiantly tried to challenge the hatred. She wanders the land of Israel and Palestine, the hope of peace a fading memory.
As a wretched and swollen clown she murmurs the song 'If I had a Hammer', a once hopeful but now melancholic tune.
Missed World Peace mourns for the lost hope
RIPMissed World Peace |
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This insane conflictMissed World Peace RIP |
Flags don't helpRIP Missed World Peace |
Fading trust and despairMissed World Peace RIP |