Psst Perth.

Dear Perth,amoment-blue-room-intro-camerabagged
Remember when we came and dropped off 100 teacups for you? Up and down St George’s Tce?

Well. We’re back.
With the caravan.

You can find us for a single week in the Blue Room Front Yard.
It’s in the Perth Cultural Precinct – you know, that bit between the State Library, PICA and the carpark?

Dates: 21-22, 24-25, 27-28 January
Times: 4-9pm on weekends, 5-9pm on weekdays

Rock up anytime. It’s free.
We rotate people through one at a time & it lasts about 10min.
Earlier is likely to avoid queuing.
But a little sit is always nice too.

For further details and to peruse all the other delights at The Blue Room’s Summer Nights head here.

Can’t wait to share this with you Perth.

xx aMoment

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Very late but here at last.

We had a few technology hiccups, then got busy on other things.
And so we apologise for writing this post almost a month after it happenned.
Another two days at Summersalt. By the river.

The 14th. IMG_0089
Surrounded by cricketing fans unerring on their path.
Despite waves and smiles.
It was the couples walking against the swarm that stopped.
Hand in hand.
Sharing their aMoment.

A group of four girls were very inquisitive.
Three sat and chatted and laughed in the shade of the tree.
While one was brave and ventured inside.
IMG_0086 “She can tell us what it’s all about afterwards” they told me …

And the couples continued….
“Make sure he does it too” we were instructed via whisper.
A mother and daughter wearing beautiful skirts.
A woman pondering under a tree post-amoment gracefully laughed when she realised she’d become the object of a clown troupe’s attention.

And lastly, a Dad with big lace up boots and his bright eyed, golden haired children. They IMG_0114emerged, unfolding their limbs and smiling their smiles thanking us.
“my wife would love this”

Happy Valentines Day little caravan.

And then the 21st:
A lady from Chile who is becoming a citizen.
A woman with a paua she plans to necklace.
Patchwork boots belonging to a friend.
A poodle.
A lady with a blue top who likes wild art.IMG_0112
Leggings with records on them.
A big back pack belonging to a man who told us as a child he tried to play the drums, but it wasn’t his forte…

And then it rained.
Poured really. For a while.
Its the first time in two years we’ve had rain beyond a spit.
We’ve been pretty lucky that way.
But we did learn our tarp is a gem!
“its funny how there is a common theme in the notes about happiness and love for the future, and that we forget that in our day to day…”
“That’s just what I needed” as a lady stopped on her way to work.
“I wish I’d done this earlier so that I could have told my friends”

Until next time, world.
See you again soon.

xx aMoment.

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Summersalt-ed to our own reflection.

And out into 2015 we begin. IMG_0023_2
In Southbank. Where we started, actually.
It’s been 2.5 years since the caravan had it’s first outing.
I am no longer 28 actually.
But I like that this work has frozen me and this moment in time.

And it still resonates.
Tears were plentiful this weekend.IMG_0053_2
“I haven’t been to that part of myself for years”
Eyes searching.
Hearts crunching.

Sitting across from a Rhino on Saturday.
Along the river on Sunday.
A three year old runs around the caravan two, three times.
While his dad tries to imagine him at age 23.
Some stumble across us.IMG_0062_2
Few are brave.

We have a little home next to us.
These little houses spread across Melbourne remind us of Drop #1. That was even longer ago…

It’s the slowness we see.
The conversations.
The friends that stop.
The parents.IMG_0017_2
The children.
The odd person alone.

“Will the caravan exist in 20 years?” an 8 year old who would be 28  asked.

We hope we are.
We hope indeed.

xx aMoment

you can catch us over the next couple of weekends at Summersalt Festival too.

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Beautiful Edendale.

Up in Eltham. IMG_2430
With cows, horses, ducks, maggies, goats & sheep.
At The Practically Green Festival at Edendale.
Between sellers of honey, organics & eco-goodness.

Lots of little shoes, as we shared with families.
A bit slow to start, but then full-full as the day progressed.
Many dads wanting to talk about the work.IMG_2417
“It’s about stopping, isn’t it?”
“The future is big. And, well, scary.”
“My wife will love this. I’ll go find her.”
“That was beautiful. So special.”

There was also silence as people left.
And grinning teeth.
And little heads peeking in and out.
Word of mouth spread a little.
And many little ones found an adult so that they could go inside.
And towards the end a child with a perfect t-shirt visited.

On our breaks we wandered around and had out own moments under trees, watching lambs or eating well.
Thanks Edendale for having us.
It was a pleasure!

xx aMoment



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a-glow in Windsor.

IMG_2169The caravan had a little pre-Spring outing to Windsor as part of Glow Festival.IMG_2154IMG_2157 IMG_2179
Amidst the juice shops, circus acts & busy-ness we were tucked in Victoria St.

We were lucky to be there the two most summery days of winter.
Waving at hundreds of car drivers as they passed by – we were well-pointed and smiled at.
But, of course, it’s the ones that stop that provide the best moments for us.
A woman with blonde hair and a bouncy energy was our first visitor. Yellow tights and a bright smile she glowed as she came out.
Two best friends of about 10 decided they wanted to do it & snuck in while their carer was on the phone. (clever!)
But it was their carer who had tears welling when she got her chance.
Mickey and some bear ears waited outside.
A man meandering on his own entered and exited with little words, but appeared later with a hand-folded paper plane for us…his inner child woken…?
A small child with deep dark brown eyes that peered at our mask with wonder.
Two ladies that stumbled across us & were particularly moved. Tears and hugs a-plenty.

Day two was particularly sunny.
A few friends popped by. One had to stop clicking, another had to stash his skateboard.
A couple who had been told by their teenage son Chapel St wasn’t a place for them to hang out.  We had a good giggle at that.
A 20-something man who’d ummed and ahhed about going in. Then did and the smile he had afterwards blew us away.
A man of 27 from Belgium who sat and spoke for a-while. We mused on our careers (he – a pianist) and which paths to take.
And dogs. Lots of dogs.
We learnt Windsor has lots of dogs.

It spat with rain and we used our umbrellas for the first time.
It reminded us how old our caravan now is. Almost 2.
A tenth of 20 years has passed…
But, I’m not sure if we’ll ever get sick of sharing Drop #6 with new people…

xx aMoment


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Tea to Ponder.

10294308_10152438673969801_3171730118632609356_nWhile we’ve been a-caravaning, a lady called Sarah has been dropping some teacups. 

Maybe you don’t know this, but we welcome others to do drops.

Sarah made some beautiful teacups filled with natives.10320405_10204033670028253_1946628700619651520_n

Have a little looksy at the facebook page to see people’s finds and comments. I think she made quite a few people quite happy….

aMoment passed on.
aMoment shared.
10174953_10152402253334323_8605536465739294910_naMoment pondered.

xx aMoment


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Our home: brunswick.

IMG_0846The caravan was born in a studio now demolished in Brunswick.
Salvaged wood from hard rubbish.
And the collection of white strewed on its streets & within our homes.

So. Glad we were to share it here.

It began playing with a child of about six. We mimicked each other and high fived before his tram arrived.
Our first guest was a snowpea.
And our second a tomato.
IMG_0849Then some adult and child pairs. The child dragging their parent inside.
One six yr old we know announced the caravan wasn’t very good, not big enough!
We agreed to let her design the next.

We received more waves from those safe in cars at the red light. I think they took the most photos too.

A women saw us from afar and made her way to us. I think she needed us today. She left with a heavy heart and hug. She was thinking of her niece…

A deep-thinking friend came. And my heart warmed.
A man decided to give me a spare akubra he had. I’m not sure why.
Four women stopped. Giggles and shyness, I think they were surprised the most. Delighted even.
I’m glad they stopped.

All in all most we’re pretty quiet as they came and went. I missed the natter of coburg and glenroy. It reminded me of the importance of slowing down and being. Which is what aMoment is all about…

Xx aMoment

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