Notes
1 this a classic 8 page folded zine made in a workshop hosted by Kim Mumm Hansen and Ashley Ronning at the Centre for Contemporary Photography in Naarm/Melbourne
2 the text is a reflection on my early days of living in the city and conversation I had with a dear friend about moving and the notion of home
3 the materials are cut riso prints glued onto an A3 paper and handwritten text
1 this a classic 8 page folded zine made in a workshop hosted by Kim Mumm Hansen and Ashley Ronning at the Centre for Contemporary Photography in Naarm/Melbourne
2 the text is a reflection on my early days of living in the city and conversation I had with a dear friend about moving and the notion of home
3 the materials are cut riso prints glued onto an A3 paper and handwritten text
And as I am walking through these big hilly streets I can’t help but feel like I have already spent many hours walking here.
My directional sense always works in favour of me getting lost in streets without truly loosing my path but here I’ve caught myself feeling at home and at ease before I - realistically - could feel like that. Or maybe I’ve just learned to shoot roots quickly over the years. There are familiar faces on the streets that radiate warthm like long missed friends do and yet no here knows me.
No one knows how much I’ve cried to be here. Or how many times I tried to tell my parents. Thought of different ways or the best time to have that conversation.
A friend spoke of past lives the other day and it’s been stuck on my mind...
as much as I don’t believe in much of that, I can’t help but feel so rooted, so connected and wonder why.
I revisit this thought on the Yarra Trams, in galleries, at home.
And on the markets, where I stumble into another old friend; mushrooms. Like mycellium, it wasn’t always clear I was (going to be) here, but there was a network in place, waiting for the right season to fruit.
I merely followed the paths carved by mycellia of past lives, lived and imagined.
Naarm, week 13 of 2023