{"id":8223,"date":"2023-09-25T11:25:31","date_gmt":"2023-09-25T01:25:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/yumcreative.yumstudio.com.au\/?p=8223"},"modified":"2024-02-25T10:19:13","modified_gmt":"2024-02-25T00:19:13","slug":"aunties","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/yumcreative.yumstudio.com.au\/aunties\/","title":{"rendered":"Aunties"},"content":{"rendered":"
London<\/i>, UK September 25th 2023 – Come Home Journal #35<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n A reckoning of the journey (turas<\/em>) to tour Dancing Shadows <\/a>in Ireland, a retrospective of my film works as part of the Come Home<\/a> project.<\/p>\n \u201cI didn’t call my father. Instead I thought about my aunt. I hadn’t thought about her for a long time. But I imagined Marla bursting into the room, restarting my mother the way she used to restart old cars. I imagined my aunt punching the doctors who failed us. I imagined my aunt flying into the side of the building and bursting in through the window in a spangle of broken glass, her eyes flashing like rubies, her dragonish scales a brilliant contrast to the thin hospital light, her muscles rippling across her flexible frame. An astonishment of light and heat and violent intellect.\u201d<\/p>\n