In my mind, or my mind’s eye as Wolfmother so soothingly sang about a few years back, I saw it happen…I walked into the Design Doctor, expertly filmed around it and then sat down with owner Merita Manning, interviewing 60 Minutes style.
Dear Geelong, You are my hometown. Even more, my home. I’ve left you and moved to other cities, cities where the roofs almost touch the sky and public transport is more abundant than here.
All the world’s a stage for this savvy busker. Or technically just the supermarket entrance anyway. Meet a musician who is able to perform live every night and be paid for it.
What were you doing 155 years ago? Me, I’m not exactly sure.Oh this is awkward, isn’t it?
What drives someone busy to give up their time and plant seeds for Geelong’s artistic future? I asked José M. Rodriguez (also known as Jose) this question and his answer is simple.
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 meContinue reading “A True story: a cold Sunday night in Geelong”
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.
Not getting sentimental or anything but …