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Just wanted to tell you what has been happening and why I've been pretty quiet lately.
Firstly, my new play Insomnia Cat Came To Stay went very well in Melbourne. This is one I wrote, directed and performed myself and that can be a really isolating experience. It was incredibly exciting just to be able to show people.
Rehearsal photo by ~clandestine-wishes of me working in my living room.
The response was incredibly good. I only actually realised yesterday that I never felt the audiences attention waver. They felt very capitivated and engaged throughout which, considering it was a fifty minute show of me talking and singing without a lot of movement, I consider to be utterly amazing. I am completely chuffed with that realisation.
So there was that. Now I have six days to move to South Australia. I'm moving back home for a couple of months to perform this show, direct Mid-Summer Night's Dream and because I don't have a home in Victoria anymore. It is really, really tough. I'm getting rid of about a third of my belongings (bin, give away, op-shop and lucky dip), leaving most of the rest with friends and heading off to live out of a suitcase for who knows how long. I am very scared.
I'm partly saying this to explain why I've been pretty terrible at responding to comments lately. I'm sorry. I'm just having a really tough time of this. I've never not had a home before and I'm also a bit scared by how little I have to hold me in the city (which I've lived in for six years). It is the artistic life, I know, but sometimes it is very frightening.
My panic face actually looks very similar to my normal face and I go even quieter than usual but inside, I promise you it is one big scream.
Anyway, things will work out.
Here's to my house:
I've lived here for a year and one month and rehearsed eight shows in it in that time. I'm a bit prolific. Thank you house!
Here is an installment of our youtube cabaret, filmed in our house just to commemorate it some more and my lovely housemate, Kristina with whom I've shared a lot of art, love, joy and dvds.
A couple of my favourite shots from the last week:
Panic 
I did the homeless-thing, 2700-mile move in four days, two years ago. Quite a thrill, as well as a mind-opener. Good luck to you and everything... once this is all over you'll be very proud of yourself, I'm sure. And on to the next challenge...
Which, all we who love you already know about you.
ahh so sorry i missed it
Damn good show with... well, with the show. P: Keeping people interested for that long is quite an achievement, but then having read the script I'm not too surprised.
My mother greeted me this morning by saying cheerfully 'Ahh, there's my homeless daughter!' It may be a little too soon to be making jokes but that is parents, eh?
As for the issue, I could hardly imagine myself like that. I wish you the best of luck.
I'm sure you're going to handle it somehow!