In this age of fake news and false advertising it’s refreshing to actually watch something that delivers what it promises. On the smell of an oily rag Kathryn Puie and…

Afterglow: Generations This Saturday past I braved the plummeting temperatures and ventured to PACT Theatre to take in Afterglow: Generations.  This was a double bill of solos featuring intergenerational artists who have…

It’s been about a month since I last posted because I have been up to my elbows in drama, both of the personal and professional kind. I have been remounting…

As usual I have let the aftermath of a performance permeate my marrow and just before it becomes a faint existence in our collective consciousness I scramble to share a…

As usual I have let an event lie fallow, let life merge and converge before I revisit said event by engaging in print. The event in question on this occasion…

This past week marks what would be a rare event, a decision to forgo this year’s Australian Performing Arts Market, APAM. This was accompanied by an inevitable recurring pang, like…

Woke up to a message on my phone this morning from a friend just wanting to quietly acknowledge our continued participation in dance.  It put a spring in my step…

Happy belated new year! It has definitely been a hot one so far at least.  I chose to make a short trek to Barangaroo, taking part in Wiradjuri artist Emily…

So we come to the end of another year. I know I should reflect on all that has come to pass, but my mind is still full of the images which…

This blog is all about the solo. One body. In the current lights and tights performance economy where bodies add dollars, it’s a no-brainer that many of us start our careers literally…

A lab and a work in development. It’s official, I am a slacker. I have let a job ruminate in my belly for a little over a week. A week…

This blog represents yet another short series, dedicated to artistic otherness in two parts. It’s inspired by two solo performances and one cross or intercultural workshop (I can never decipher…