“I’m a fair weather rider” she said. The yoga class was over and people were collecting their shoes, shorts, keys and bags to leave. It was 7.30am and the humidity was high after some morning showers. “Are you on your bike today?” I heard someone ask. “No, not with the rain this morning. I’m a fair weather rider”, came the reply . Perhaps it was my imagination but I sensed a note of something… Read More

Normally, it’s an empty concrete breezeway with life-sized replicas of humpback whales suspended from the ceiling and the sounds of recorded whale song wafting in the air. It’s a pedestrian throughway separating the Art Gallery and the Queensland Museum at Brisbane’s Southbank, one that I walk briskly through in winter when it becomes a chilly concrete funnel for cold winds and one that I stroll slowly along when summer heat hangs in… Read More

Well I feel relieved the project has started. The lead-up to it was coloured by growing anticipation about what would or could or might happen. Now, that it’s Day Two, I feel more at ease. I’m in it. It’s similar to when you stand on the shoreline looking at the cold water, working up the courage to dive in and anticipating the discomfort, the forfeiting of warmth. Then once you’re in the… Read More