

Miz Kazrin's Assistant
In the Renaissance through to 1800s, studio assistants were commonplace. Artists began their careers as apprentices, undertaking menial...


The Fallow Way
I've been known, during my long and productive career as an artist, to take time out. To lie fallow as it were. Like a field that's left...


Wholemeal, Wool & Wacky Baccy
So here I am in my old stomping ground-the Bega Valley on the spectacular Far South Coast of New South Wales-driving around giving author...


Taboo or not Taboo
What with the media's interest in the newly elected French president Emmanuel Macron and his much older wife, twenty-four years older to...


Ten Pound Poms
Phew! After five intense weeks on the road promoting my recently published memoir Hippy Days, Arabian Nights I've finally come home. Home...


The Brontë Boomer
In 1957 on a cold, wet mid-summer’s day, I was born in the windswept West Riding of Yorkshire, and promptly named Kathy after the Gothic...


Lady Hooker's Domestics
I'm just putting it out there - right from the start. When it comes to taking sides in the infamous rivalry between Melbourne and Sydney,...


Paint vs Prose
Not that it's a competition but as a professional artist who has recently become a published author, I can't help but compare the...


First Kiss
Bairnsdale, East Gippsland, Victoria: first stop on on The Hippy Days, Arabian Nights Roadshow and, coincidentally, where I grew up! Of...


Hippy Days, Arabian Nights Road Show
Hello. Welcome to my blog! As you may know by now, I've recently published my first book, a memoir entitled Hippy Days, Arabian...