Postcardia-cum-Poetica #67

Refitting dialogue boxes in accidentally clever ways. Words from Women Who Run With The Wolves.


Postcardia-cum-Poetica #64

King (2017) from Cake Industries’ (Jesse Stevens and Dean Petersen) Machination promo card. Words from Women Who Run With The Wolves.

Love the cohesive discombobulation in all of this.

Mapping The Soul-Skin #11

This one comes with a bit of a story. This is the second last piece of art for the series. As I’ve progressed through the 12 poems I’ve gone from making the poem and trying to fit them to a card to pulling a card and creating a poem for it.

This card has been around the block. I think every poem has almost had a turn on it.

But when I took it out today – I turned it sideways and could see a woman reaching out of nothing. I’d never seen it before. Then… well, I will never not be amazed at what comes up from a randomly chosen page.

As always, this is available for sale. $25 plus postage. Leave a comment if you’d like to claim it.

Postcardia-cum-Poetica #62

Created from the Gerhard Reichter promo card for The Life in Images, currently at GOMA. Words from Women Who Run With The Wolves.

Postcardia-cum-Poetica #61

Card is Robert Scholten‘s Afro Funk (2016) via Avant Card. Words from Women Who Run With The Wolves.

Mapping The Soul-Skin #8

Something bloody exciting happened this week. A character started talking in my head. It’s been the longest time since this has happened for a solo project. Even more exciting – I know how these Soul-Map poems may be wound in. A fortnight ago Nicole Cody told me to listen for a voice, that something would rise up from the small words of my poetry. As always, it’s never what you think it is!

This fortnight gone, I’ve been working on postcard tarot readings and maybe it was the act of being daily engaged in writing, or it was the return of nightly walks, or a bit of both, that a story had started to flow.

And chatting writing this weekend, as I caught up with a handful of friends who were in Brissy for GenreCon, the story took the leaps of creative faith it does when ideas are shared and I now have a flimsy gossamer structure of a story. It’s more than I’ve had for two years regarding this idea.

There is such a thrill standing in the cusp of a story. Now, like almost everyone I know, it’s the task of making time to write!! The act of writing (for me) is always the easy bit.