Sisterly Love

Glazed Earthenware
2016

My sister and I used to walk to Miller shops whenever our parents weren’t home. There wasn’t anything particularly special about it, there was a $2 shop that sold expired food, a Chinese take away that sold all right spring rolls, 4 for $1 and a Woolies. We used to go to the Asian grocer and buy herbs and tofu to make each other rice paper rolls. I didn’t mind that occasionally people would spit on the floor and mutter something about us being fucking Asians. Because on the way back we would take turns pushing each other as fast as we could in the shopping trolley. My mum was always worried that something would happen to us. She never really let us go out for fear that we might get hurt or die somehow. So when we would speed down the footpath on a rattling shopping trolley we would laugh and yell at cars that honked at us because it was fun and we were free. We later decided to stop with the trolley rides because one day the trolley toppled and my sister fell on to some broken glass...








Cabra Cake
Glazed Earthenware
2016

When I was a kid, Cabramatta had a reputation for drugs and crime. Even though I was only young I knew if someone was a drug dealer by the way they paced up and down a street corner, hands in their pockets and bum bag in tow. Despite the drug problem we would always get our groceries there. My sister and I would help carry the shopping and sometimes as a reward mum would buy us a sweet treat each. In the cake shop the display would be filled with cakes on white trays. Our favourite pick was always this sponge cake covered in white frosting, decorated with a piped pink flower, leaves, chocolate vines and crushed peanuts push into the sides. It was always bitter sweet though, because once popped into the paper bag the pretty petals would smear against the inside of the bag and resemble more of a skid mark. My little kid heart always broke a little because it was the best part of the cake. Eating the cake didn’t even surpass that pretty pink iced flower because it never really tasted like anything, it was like eating creamy air and nothingness. But I always made sure I ate every bit of that little pink smear.