Meeting Mari: weird writers and changing the world (Part One)

There are stories in everything. And everyone. I’d like to share with you my series of ‘personal narrative’ writing on Stories of Geelong writer and journalist Mari Nilssen Continue reading “Meeting Mari: weird writers and changing the world (Part One)”

A True story: a cold Sunday night in Geelong

It was a cold Sunday night, very cold. I was protected inside the old Honda from last century that is my car but even that – and a halfhearted car heater turned to the hottest level – did not completely ease the bite of the wicked winter chill which danced around, ready to attack me as soon as I was ‘outside.’ Continue reading “A True story: a cold Sunday night in Geelong”

Sleeping giant starting to wake up: Geelong’s art scene begins to flourish

Inside the little town (dramatised for nonsensical purposes) of Geelong, there lies many artists. Many  painters, photographers, writers, musicians, illustrators, people who draw on both canvasses and serviettes: you get the picture. Continue reading “Sleeping giant starting to wake up: Geelong’s art scene begins to flourish”