I've already written about my proprioceptive sensory experiences and why I draw them as proprioceptively distorted animals in another...

Eye contact with humans is hard. I find holding the gaze of another person for longer than a few seconds excruciatingly painful. It...

The following images are part of a poetry project called 'Weaving A Warrior' that reflects on my recovery journey after trauma. These...

no matter what they believe, no matter what they say, no matter how much they love you... they will never understand why we can't forget,...

we had a yarn where dreaming reflects River, Rock, and Reeds. a Spirit yarn where Sun shines behind closed eyes, and we are most awake....

trauma is a River after the Flood has raged through, devastating the life in its path. the Waters subside. the River calms, welcomes....

autistic… Aboriginal… woman… intersectional warrior. the Tide flows in diverted directions, some Fish never get their turn. where to...

why do shitty people seem to come out on top, while those they harm are forever pushed down back onto the ground? why are their hands...

keep watch little Sparrowhawk, don't glare at the world like your Goshawk brother. look upon it all with eyes open wide in surprise and...

the same stitch. stolen on a shelf of stories from before stories were stolen and put on shelves. we are weaving with the same stitch....

feeling sorry for the colour white... it's not his spirit for terror to wear his skin. colour white is proud of Clouds, Snow, Cockatoos,...

surrounded by Night, a circle of warrior Trees rattle young Spears against seasoned Bark. they watch... flicker of a wisp of something...

I am a planetary cell and a Planet for my cells. nucleus navel feeding life, growing energy, holding everything I need to know. red hot...

River Stone held to heart, polished with years of tears, the flow of moody Water. always said, "this River got attitude!" Water-tude....

sipping medicine from a beloved Bat Tree - sharing scent of Leaf and Nectar. feel it penetrate the cells with fluffy Flower-stars and...

dancin' the future - dub with my cub, my joey, my pup... doo bee doo wup! imagine him there, Bub followin' my moves showin' him how aunty...

why did the Figs tangle us together, Lioness and Buffalo? sometimes, I can smell the dust of the Sun… feel far away wrapped around me...

Once described to me as "the strongest bit of magic you've ever made", my little folded paper Bat was a spur-of-the-moment thing put...