Tomorrow marks the end of an era. My last day as a resident at the marvellous Square One Studios in Sydney; my home and community since 2017.
I’ll be passing through Sydney in April to say good bye to anyone I missed (everyone… eek)
Tomorrow the remouvalists arrive to take away my meagre possessions. Apart from the clothes in my hotel room, that which is pictured is everything I own. If you don’t have much, you don’t have much to lose.
Over the the next few weeks I will be spamming insta-reels with little clips and snippets of Sydney and my beloved studios.
I often hide little poems in artworks with rare-earth minerals or whited out stanzas in applications. One recent verse small but visible spoke to my experience as a travelling artist with a home base and a community:
SQUARED
downtime and wandering
not often present
within space
yet my presence remains
a home is difficult to define
without fixed address
the studio remains
a constant
a connection
to my people
the makers
From tomorrow I am truly without fixed address, without studio and my community.
I have many to thank, but mostly our studio manager Sean who always had my best interests at heart, stood up for me when I couldn’t and sat with me when I couldn’t stand.
Every artist there including those that have moved away and those that have left this mortal plane are held in my heart with deep gratitude. What a ride!
I wish I could tag you all, just know this, if we have exchanged a word or even a glance you hold a special place in my heart.
And to think! I may never have to go through that lock up procedure again! Haha.
In the immortal words of Jeff Fenech… I love yous all.
