I see dead people. I see them walking in the streets, In crosswalks, up the street, down the street, Going into shops, Sitting on patios. Always just out of reach and fleeting. I see Chris, there! I see Tasha, there. There are others too. A visual recognition of a movement, a stance, a posture of …
I was no longer content to save one child, make a difference in the life of one child… I want to effect change for them all, for us all, for all the animate and inanimate beings. Without realizing it then, I wanted to change the systems and structures deeply embedded in early years practices in …
I Don’t Remember Liking Liver Now that’s a one liner. Imagine walking into a book shop (or library) – places I can lose myself in — and seeing this title? I’d totally pick it up. I’d consider the cover. Flip it over and read the first few lines. What the heck? I’d smile, I’d laugh. I …
CACOPHONY! Can I spare one moment of reflection? What does it mean to reflect on an event when the event is informed by the entirety of a day? Where does one begin? I am bombarded by noise itslipslidesupintoitselfclasingreverberatinginto A CACOPHONY The invitation to slow down and linger. Taking in the ‘visual score’ that remains ‘by …
