Hazara boy reads whilst his cattle graze.
I was moved by this photo of a young Hazara taken, I'm assuming, some where in central Afghanistan. The photo was titled, "I have decided to learn, no … Continue Reading ››
Their names - Akbara, Doostizadah, Danesh and Hazara - were alien to my tongue. One or two I could barely pronounce let alone remember, but I will - in time. Their names were spoken, part-thereof, from the rear of their tongues where pockets of air seemed to surround the vowels in a hollow space rendering … Continue Reading ››
Tuesday late morning I'll have arrived at the Dandenong Community Arts Centre for my first meeting with a small group of young Afghans. I'm now three weeks into a scoping report on a new, revitalised version of Home Lands, with myself leading its creative direction.
I've done as much background research as I felt I … Continue Reading ››
Redrafted from an email sent to friends and family, written from a plane in the air and a bungalow in Johannesburg.
I'm around 11,800 feet in the air on a flight from Buenos Aires to Johannesburg. It's Thursday, 2nd of July and it's a beautiful morning up here above cloud cover. It's pink and a kind … Continue Reading ››