An extract from my novel ‘Our Little Wooden House in the Forest’ was recently published in the artist publication titled ‘Should I have stayed home and thought of here?’, launched in Sydney April 2016.
Readings, Screenings + Events
Towards the end of 2015 and beginning of 2016, I had the pleasure of taking part in several events in Berlin and Sydney which involved readings from my book ‘Our Little Wooden House in the Forest’ and screenings from my aural-visual collaboration with Uferlos Studios.
Now collaborating with Uferlos.berlin Studios
Over the past few months I have begun an aural-visual-textual collaboration with creative collective Uferlos Studios, involving live and performed readings of my writing and video work.
Short fiction publication: Leda in Glass
New short fiction published in The Offing, a channel of the LA Review of Books:
http://theoffingmag.com/fiction/leda-in-glass/
(image: “Mimi” from Parasomnia © Vivian Sassen)
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Publication of book: ‘Little Houses, Big Forests, (desire is no light thing)’.
A very happy announcement: I’ve just signed a contract with the wonderful Repeater Books (UK) for a book of my short stories, essays, novel extracts and visuals, titled ‘Little Houses, Big Forests (or: desire is no light thing)’. Exciting start to the year.
Publication of novel extract: ‘Your bones ache with its aches.’
(artwork: Douglas Breault)
A short extract from my novel manuscript, ‘Your bones ache with its aches’ appears in the latest issue of East Coast Ink, a literary magazine based in New York. Available in print, as well as online here:
(flick through to pages 35 and 36).
Publication of literary essay: ‘Lost Knowledge. Just tumult everywhere endlessly.’
My short literary essay, ‘Lost Knowledge. Just tumult everywhere endlessly’ appears in the latest issue of Runway: Australian Experimental Art journal.
http://runway.org.au/lost-knowledge-just-tumult-everywhere-endlessly/
Confused? Lost? […] If you don’t know where you are, can you know who you are? Just tumult everywhere endlessly, tumult modulating into another tumult all over and without end. The change is so constant so pervasive so relentless, that identity, place, scale – all measure lessen, weaken, eventually disappear.
– Roni Horn, Saying WaterIF IT IS IN THE NATURE of things to be lost[i], then we are not exempt from this: it is also in our nature as humans to be lost sometimes, to go beyond what we know.
As part of the project, I also took a series of shots with my Olympus Trip-35 on my day of being lost in Berlin. Here are a few:
Publication of ‘Darkness is a Trusted Friend’ – Drain Magazine
My story/ novel extract, ‘Darkness is a Trusted Friend’, is published in the latest issue of Drain: A Journal of Contemporary Art and Culture (Canada).
You can take a read here:
http://drainmag.com/darkness-is-a-trusted-friend/
month of performance art, berlin: Voyeurs
Extract from recent piece written for Voyeurs, curated by Vincent Chomaz and Zona Dynamic for Month of Performance Art, Berlin:
Your finger has memories
“Snow falls on lips; melts immediately.
Then falls again as she continues on through the whiteness.
Wind whisks away the utmost layer, over and over – slowly, imperceptibly, shrinking the mountain. Then, with the next shiver of snow, the mountain grows again, just as imperceptibly.
Footprints last only a few breaths; breaths that form icicles before dropping to earth to be disintegrated, then formed again with the next breath.
These loops of disintegration, happening over and over, seem identical each time.
Looking closer, listening closer, with a cheek pressed hot against the surface, each loop brings a subtle change to the disintegration. Each melting, whisking, growing and breathing contain a subtle uniqueness that can never last and will never be repeated in exactly the same way.
And as we pull away from the surface, the fog of body heat on the surface fades, as if it was never there. In the same way, an echo is never complete: it will resonate in a loop of disintegration, forever.”
novel manuscript complete!
A very happy announcement: my novel manuscript is complete.
I am now seeking publication.
Time to come up for air.
EXTRACT:
“Watching the ocean in this way, we saw the allure of its surface and at the same time our non-perception of its depths. The waves which we heard that morning were heard against the curtain of our not hearing the waves as we slept the night before. Looking at the non-space where the ocean meets the sky. Where the sky meets the ocean. Where nothing meets and nothing is separate. A whole and two wholes. This was the chance for us to spend a long time just looking. It could well have been a long time staring at a waterfall or the fast-flowing river or at exploding volcanoes, or at the stars in the night sky. But here and now, it was the ocean and the horizon and this was where and when we were meant to be. The sparkling reflections of it in our tears fell onto each other’s skin and warmed us with the courage to move towards it. The moment we started to move, was the moment the horizon started to move.”
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