Single Slice Cheese

Glazed Earthenware
2017

When I was kid, I had two special ways of eating single sliced cheese. The first way was not to take the plastic off, but to instead pull the cheese out though the sides with my teeth. The second way was to take it out of the wrapping, put it on a plate and blast it in the microwave. I'd stand there, watching it bubble and hiss. I'd then scrape the super burnt bits off the plate with a knife. Looking back I think I did this as a kid because it made something boring like an over processed slice of cheese just a little bit magical









Do The Right Thing 

Glazed Earthenware
2017


I remember when we moved to our new house. It was freshly painted and had brand new carpet, it was only years later did we realise it had a mold problem along with asbestos. But apparently that's quite standard if you live in a Housing Commission house. I remember standing at the kitchen sink looking out the window into the back yard and over the fence which lead to a big field. The sun was setting and for a moment I felt content. Then I saw a man walk over to a bin in the field, pull his pants down, sit down and proceed to shit and then wipe his ass with some junk mail. .















Laos Sausage

Glazed Earthenware
2017

Lao sausage, also known as Laotian sausage / Sai Gork / ໄສ້ກອກ, is a sausage made from fatty pork, lemongrass, galangal, kaffir lime leaves, shallots, coriander, chillies, garlic and fish sauce. I don't eat meat anymore but I can still remember how it tastes. Little me would watch it sizzle under the grill. The fat would pop and set off little sparks on the elements. I loved food and fire so watching that single sausage cook was a dream








Poolside Cans (Lychee Drink Can, Green Tea Jelly and Chrysanthemum Tea)

Glazed Earthenware
2017

Every morning at 5.30am my mum would get up to go to Michael Wenden's Aquatic Leisure Centre. It was our local pool that was actually a bit of a shit hole. I learnt how to back float there and it was where I saw my first floating turd. Sometimes I would go with mum and before each swim we would walk around looking in the bins for cans to collect to sell by the kilo to this man on Saturdays. Sometimes he would pay $1.50 a kilo for the cans. I got really good at crushing the cans in one stomp. I was a little embarrassed about rummaging in the bin but I cared more about helping mum. We would always buy herbs and rice with the extra money and have a nice meal together. I love my mum, she taught me to see the value in everything.