This is titled, Me and My Pets and is a tribute to all the pets I have owned through the years.
Within the home, the serving of food was subtly geared to the status of the person in the family. The killing of a chicken was an event. In a household of perhaps two or three dozen people, only the more important and elderly people, or a visitor, were
I collected these pieces of Nature from my garden yesterday. Autumn always reminds me of my childhood – the smell of burning leaves, the sound of crackling and crunching underfoot, the fresh misty mornings.
Sometimes while I’m busy writing and being distracted by other things, I turn around and find these curious little drawings on my desk. It must be time for a doggie walk.  
When I was studying Chinese painting in China I spent most of those years copying, stroke for stroke the paintings of the old masters. What I thought in the beginning would be tedious and boring, quickly turned into study on a much much deeper level, profound in many ways.
  Hairy birds, Missoni birds, Batman birds, chicken pox birds, holey birds and stripey birds.
I was walking down Swanston Street in Melbourne alone one day, near the old City Baths, (I was about 15 years old) when I saw a homeless man coming towards me. He looked rough – dirty clothes, unshaven face, scraggly hair, the type of man whose age has been obliterated by hard times.
I was standing on the train platform staring at some street art on the other side of the tracks, when I read these words,
Whenever I read this extract from Cheryl Strayed’s  “Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar” I cannot help but tear up.
The Open Spaces picture book creators’ retreat run by the Australian Society of Authors was fantastic! We spent a fun packed and inspiration filled four days learning, sharing, collaborating, renewing old acquaintances and forming new ones. Here are just a few of my impressions.
Yesterday was my last school visit for a few months. I gave a Chinese painting workshop to Year 7 students at Luther College in Croydon Hills. Here are some of the gorgeous paintings they did. These are closeups of the birds
  Whenever I read a story be it a novel, short story or song I am enriched. When these stories come from students, I am in awe of the talent that is all around us.
Ideas for stories are everywhere. They come as gifts to the writer. Here are the gifts I received this week. And two had to do with rainbows!
As cultural ambassador at St Albans East Primary School the talented students from years 3-6 have been doing some creative writing with me. 
On the sill in my writing room stands the Lovely Lady Full of grace and wisdom she watches me write Sometimes she dictates the words to a story The sound of her voice is like crystals gently kissing Sometimes she laughs at me
As we come to the end of 2011, I reflect on the year that was. In May, our daughter Lei Lei left home to live in New York. She has been away before on a gap year in France after Year 12,
I love this ipad app called Kwik Draw. It works like a light box. Before I purchased Kwik Draw, if I wanted to enlarge a drawing I used to have to take it to the printers and get them to do a photocopy. 
On Sunday I went down to Freshwater Creek, near Geelong, to take a look at my new puppy. He is an English cocker spaniel and I’m going to call him Hero.
In this TED talk, Sunni Brown shows us how important doodling is to learning. Part of being a children’s author is visiting schools to talk about books and writing. I’m an illustrator too, so for my primary school talks I have the students do an illustration with me. What if students were allowed to doodle […]
While at Mr Tulks in the State Library of Victoria yesterday, a rainbow alighted on my coffee. It tasted of magic and dreams and faraway places. And then it was gone.
It has always been a wonder to me how the Sun and Moon are almost exactly the same size when viewed from Earth. What are the chances?