As the photos burn, my body regains clarity, the return of my ‘layers’ completing the loop.

Suspended between death and life, the vampire occupies a liminal space wherein typical boundaries can be blurred.

There’s an almost irreconcilable discord between the Sydney coffee culture projected by mainstream food publications and the realities of most Sydneysiders.

Today Milan Kundera died; and forty years ago, a different student entered his world of middle-aged fever-dreams.

We are player, viewer, voyeur, flaneur, spectator, and character all at once.

Still, time does this funny thing of moving on.

An ode to past relationships and the ghostly apparitions of memories that are ever present as time goes on.

I am terror, peril, and spectre, all at once.

This series of photographs places drag artists in the everyday realm – from convenience stores to adult shops – capturing their glamour even through the most mundane of activities.

The series illuminates the possibility of a playful reality where identity and behaviour can exist beyond the binary.

This installation is also a showcase of my appreciation for my two cultures as well as the difficulties I have avoided as a queer woman by growing up in Australia.

"I realised that in order to find time to think and a view of what felt like the whole world, I had to be uncomfortable."