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GrandSLAM storytellers sweep through Sydney

GrandSLAM storytellers sweep through Sydney

By Ruth Griffin

This week’s Sydney Moth GrandSLAM will allow local storytellers to spin their yarns at the Metro Theatre in the heart of Sydney’s CBD, writes Ruth Griffin

Dressed in deep vibrant purple Judith Daley is evidently not your run of the mill 72-year-old. Her long-sleeved furry top begging to be touched is just one of the signs flagging that this storyteller has a great sense of fun and a ready laugh.

Having performed four times at the Moth story slams at the Giant Dwarf Theatre, and a first place winner of the December event themed Risk.

She is now setting her sights on the grand finale, the Sydney Moth GrandSLAM at the Metro Theatre on June 22.

Befriending comedian Kathryn Bendle in a drama class, held by the City of Sydney. Kathryn introduced Judith to a night of laughs at The Giant Dwarf in Redfern, Sydney last year.

The retired public servant, who lost her life partner ten years ago, found solace in sharing her experiences in the Moth, a monthly all-ages event that invites storytellers to share their most vulnerable and challenging moments in five minutes flat. And keep their audiences spellbound.

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‘Slutty Sundaes’ – you never knew when she was going to snap

Travel has been the last few  ‘Slutty Sundaes’ entries. 

But today, I felt like telling a bit of a sad story. 

One that shouldn’t be shunned away and put in a forgotten cupboard that never gets cleaned. 

When I was a kid, between the age of 9-12 I had this neighbour friend. I’ll call her R and she was 9. Same age as me. At least that’s where this story starts. 

We were the bestest of mates. Music -mainly Hanson- were our band of choice to idolise. It was the 90’s. Young boys were fascinating yet if either of us had one around we wouldn’t have known what to do.

R had a pool which made summer time a great way to escape. We came up with games, pretending we were doctors of this wicked experiment or members of the Spice Girls. Or mimicking killer whales and humpbacks.

R also had a little sister. I’ll call her N. She was 3 years younger than us.  

R, N and myself would play all day in the pool. Sunburnt and exhausted, we would shower together (Not in a weird way) and then cosy up to the Nintendo 360 and play Mariocart. We were ‘Tomboys’. 

I distinctly remember eating light and tangy chips, whilst having to juggle the Nintendo controller, driving Yoshi’s car through tunnels avoiding shells. It was multitasking at its finest. 

Growing up, I knew I was a bit different. Considerably different in the sense that I was an anxious child. Things scared me easily. Sleeping over was a nightmare and mean people was one of my greatest fear. Namely, R and N’s mum

I wouldn’t call her a friendly person. She was scary. Completely different from my own mum. An aggressive persona meant that heading over their house was sometimes like treading on eggshells. You never knew when she was going to snap. 

Their dad on the other hand was amazing. He was the most gentle man. Tall, dark and handsome. Their small dog utterly obsessed with him always at his feet or around on his lap when driving. 
As a time went on as a 10 or so year-old, I couldn’t comprehend the seriousness of the family dynamic. 

Once, I was so scared of sleeping over, their Dad comforted me, telling me I was okay and strong enough to stay over but could go home if needed. Whilst his wife, annoyed, I had bothered them at such a late hour to go home. Admittedly, it was two doors down from my house. But, I was a highly anxious 

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Any excuse to share a movie or new song, I was over R’s house. We hung out as much as possible. She also had more and better toys. 
I believe I was 11 at the time they went on a holiday to Bali, Indonesia. I remember R telling me she had a mansion that they lived in with a maid that made any food she  requested.

A little envious of their getaway, I was eager to see R and N when they returned to hear their new adventures. 

One day, I had overheard a conversation between my parents.

Something had gone wrong

Asking my mum what she was talking about she sat me down and had explained it in involved R and N’s holiday. It involved their dad. 

He had committed suicide

It’s really hard to comphrehend what all this meant. I remember feeling really confused. 

R and N came home with their mum but no dad. It was quite profound. 

I’ll never forget his funeral. We went to this spot near the Harbour Bridge. 

R’s Dad have been in a coffin for viewing then cremated so his ashes could be spread across the harbour, underneath the bridge. 
I walked along with her to the boat when she said something I have never forgotten. 

“His face had make up. He looked really funny,” said R looking spaced out. 

Inside I felt this was wrong. At least to talk about the dead like that- even if it was your own Dad.

Months had passed, and they had decided to leave Sydney. The pain of their father was too much. Queensland was sunnier, hotter and as far as away as you could go for a new life. 

Over the years I saw the girls. R and N but something had changed. Considerably their father committing suicide would have an effect that was deep seeded. 

One that meant seeing that same friend they played with ,when their father was alive, wasn’t the most appealing time spent. 

The last time I remember seeing them we were 16.  N was 13 at the time. But she wasn’t a typical 13 year old looking girl. 

She looked our age, maybe even older. Really beautiful. Talking to this guy over her flip phone who was 16. We went to this shopping centre and she was adamant about finding a toilet. There she sent him a topless photo of herself. 

I was gobsmacked.

 Internally I wondered if she would have acted this way if her father was still alive. 

R told me she was suffering from depression and all this medication while N hardly spoke to me. 

It was clear we had parted ways.

I always think back to R and N. Imagining  what their lives are like. If they’re happy. 

One time when I went to visit them when I was 12. R’s mum was angry. We were driving to a theme park but were late. Somehow in her frustration she let out, “Look what your father has done to us,” she said with force. 

I found out much later in life, their father had gotten into a car in Bali, and gased himself with the fumes of the car. But it wasn’t just that. He also took pills. 

Suffering in silence is never the way to go. Witnessing the effect of this I believe has always struck me. Because I know what it’s like to try and pick up the pieces. It’s hard and torturous.

Nothing an 8-year-old and 11-year-old should experience. 

Note:  I am saddened that such a gentle kind natured man could feel this was his only escape. Seeking help is an option. 

If you’re suffering with suicidal thoughts or are in a place of difficulty. Speak up or call someone. 

Call 13 11 14 for Lifeline or 000 if you’re in immediate danger. 

MoJo

Infograph – Unlikely ways to die

In class, we spent a good amount of time creating infographic posters. By no means am I a graphic designer. We used Canva – https://www.canva.com/ – simple to use and definitely would get better at it with time.

I went through about 3 different topics- from chocolate to Netflix and then finally death.

Death is a peculiar topic of interest and what better way to cover it than look at unlikely deaths.

Enjoy!

 

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MoPho

Get in this MoPhoin’ Class

This week is the second last week of TAFE for my cert 4 in Mobile Photography (MoPho) and I am actually dead set sad about that.

Our class is always a hoot, I’m saying this especially because my teacher will be reading this. Hi Meg! 🙂

I believe my photo project went relatively well for what I achieved in less than 2 weeks.

The most challenging aspect was organisation of the subject/model for sure. As much as I appreciate the people I took photos of. It was a pain in the butt to get some people to commit to being my model.

I believed I would really struggle with having to find 10 people but it all ended up running much smoother than originally thought.

Some of the photos taken I think could have been better but that’s always something that I will think. Partial Perfectionist at play.

Capturing the essence of #pocketsofsydney was my favourite and that was to basically have fun with it. Seeing each model’s personality shine through assisted me in creating photos that were worth it.

I’m definitely sad that this class will be over but excited to start the next phase whatever that may be. Potentially even just getting back into DSLR photography to enhance my skills and abilities with it all.

Peace out Brussels Sprout ’cause I’m on my way to a theatre show. 

P.s here’s a boomerang I made of my teacher ​

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Pictures of a family member 

For MoPho class we had to decide on taking 5 photos of a family member. Naturally my mum was my choice. 

Here they are…

From baby to teen

Seeing the change

She’s also a hard working night owl 

She makes things with her hands. At the moment her jam is crotchet earrings. 

But of course, her love affair with coffee 

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‘Slutty Sundaes’ – “Do you find me attractive?” 

Welcome to ‘Slutty Sundaes’ the third!

Seeing as I am on a theme of stories of travel I thought I would keep it going until I can think of some new material but for now this is what I’m giving.

Last year, after my stint in Canada and after heading through America with my mum finally ending up in Europe and spent some awesome time in a friends single unit in a university dorm doing what anyone would do in Amsterdam, having some good weed.

Before I even arrived in Amsterdam for my friends weed that literally left me lying still and hardly being able to retain a thought, I went to Frankfurt.

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#pocketsofsydney

It’s finally here. I am so excited to announce my project for #pocketsofsydney

A huge thank you to all that were involved. Sydney is an awesome place to live and has many pockets that you can find yourself in.

They’re also in my instagram – https://www.instagram.com/thewhitefoxxblog

 

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“I love coming here. It makes me feel at home (Maldives and Australia). Where the land meets the water and that’s so special to me”. – Ami – Elizabeth Bay

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“I would come here with my friends when we were younger. I also love to climb things. Do I look good this angle?”. – Maeve – Alison Park – Dulwich Hill

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“I could just eat Garlic Chicken for the rest of my life”. – Mitch –

Oiden Rice Bowl – George St

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“The Bay is beautiful. It’s such a great thinking spot”. – Vanessa – Bay Walk – Roselle

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“It’s such a nice little spot. I love that they kept old pieces, the detail – even to the gates surrounding the area with little houses on the corners”. – Caitlin – The Rocks

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“I love being near the water. It allows me to contemplate life away from the city”. – Mayzin – Royal Botanic Gardens

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“Great coffee and they make anything how I want”. – Maggie – Empire Cafe – Dulwich Hill

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“From here you can feel the soul of Australia and you can see the symbol of Sydney Harbour Bridge, Sydney Tower and corner of the Sydney Opera House”. – Tatiana – Lavender Bay

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“Every few weeks my family and I would come here to walk around and explore. It’s a different atmosphere from Fairfield”. – Belinda – Darling Harbour

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“When I moved to Sydney we lived 5 minutes away from Luna Park. I loved the quirky nostalgic feel. It will always represent a scary, exciting time in our lives. It’s the big city. We’re here”. – Ingrid – Luna Park

 

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‘Slutty Sundaes’ – it was seriously like that movie – the Hangover

Hooray! It’s ‘Slutty Sundae’, hope your week has been well.

It’s been a disastrous one for the UK. Incredibly sad and heartbreaking to see such violence. I have friends living in London but thankfully as far as I know they’re fine. But still, any of those people could be friends, family members or even me. A scary and daunting thought. Especially as it doesn’t seem to be easing. My heart goes out to the victims and families. But also any victims of such atrocious acts of violence.

Amongst all the craziness of the world, I had a story to share. One that isn’t violent but a comical one.

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Vivid’s ‘Electric Forest’ music creators

 

The beginning of the Sydney Vivid Light show is an excuse to see the city lit up with an array of lights, music and artistic flare.

Today, we spoke to the music contributors teacher Kerry Furlong and students Perry and Donny for the ‘Electric Forest’ from Sydney Ultimo TAFE.

Visitors to the Electric Forest will walk through a strange world of illuminated plant life: from bizarre hanging ‘fruits’ and deep rumbling storms to schools of fish and cunning optical illusions, highlighting the fertile imaginations of the Live Production Design Students.

Finally, an unusual psycho-acoustic offering from the music students provides multiple soundtracks to the activation, so that when the animation loop repeats, it does so to different music. Apart from ‘keeping it fresh’, the audience will experience first-hand how different music can sometimes can change the entire meaning of a visual narrative.

www.vividsydney.com/event/light/electric-forest

Created by Daniel Rosenburg, Belinda Palmada, and Ruth Griffin