Monthly Archives: May 2013

Wrap up (with gratitude)

On Sunday night, we launched this project with “A Celebration of the Art of Story” at the Museum of Contemporary Art as part of VIVID Sydney. The event brought in a full house, and we couldn’t be more thrilled that so

Wrap up (with gratitude)

On Sunday night, we launched this project with “A Celebration of the Art of Story” at the Museum of Contemporary Art as part of VIVID Sydney. The event brought in a full house, and we couldn’t be more thrilled that so

Adventures in Chernobyl – a story from our launch at VIVID Sydney

Hi my name is Cybele Malinowski, and I’m a photographer. Today I’m going to tell you about my journey to the radioactive zone of Chernobyl, and just how I got there. It all started when my grandmother Nanna died, almost

Adventures in Chernobyl – a story from our launch at VIVID Sydney

Hi my name is Cybele Malinowski, and I’m a photographer. Today I’m going to tell you about my journey to the radioactive zone of Chernobyl, and just how I got there. It all started when my grandmother Nanna died, almost

Anybody’s Child, Everybody’s Child

Hurt people hurt people; it’s an undeniable and continuing cycle unless and until somebody breaks it. Despairingly, it’s a never ending cycle in many families. In my family, as in too many others, drug and alcohol abuse, sexual, physical and

Anybody’s Child, Everybody’s Child

Hurt people hurt people; it’s an undeniable and continuing cycle unless and until somebody breaks it. Despairingly, it’s a never ending cycle in many families. In my family, as in too many others, drug and alcohol abuse, sexual, physical and

I am a recovering addict

The following post contains graphic sexual scenes and may trigger memories in those who have also experienced addiction.  Dark, angry clouds coated Kings Cross. I was standing on the corner of Darlinghurst Road and William Street, the night so cold,

I am a recovering addict

The following post contains graphic sexual scenes and may trigger memories in those who have also experienced addiction.  Dark, angry clouds coated Kings Cross. I was standing on the corner of Darlinghurst Road and William Street, the night so cold,

Valentine

The love and gratitude for my partner of 10 years. He is from the north, I am from the south; we met by chance halfway across the globe. I’ve always felt like we were two separate hemispheres who became a

Valentine

The love and gratitude for my partner of 10 years. He is from the north, I am from the south; we met by chance halfway across the globe. I’ve always felt like we were two separate hemispheres who became a

Me against myself

I don’t know why I am the way I am, but I am trying to accept it. There is no gain in questioning your feelings and thoughts; there can only be gain in dealing with them. So I am trying

Me against myself

I don’t know why I am the way I am, but I am trying to accept it. There is no gain in questioning your feelings and thoughts; there can only be gain in dealing with them. So I am trying

The World Outside

Growing up, I spent as many of my waking hours outdoors as possible. We didn’t have a TV until I was ten, and as much as this made for a tonne of resentment and frustration because ALL my friends had

The World Outside

Growing up, I spent as many of my waking hours outdoors as possible. We didn’t have a TV until I was ten, and as much as this made for a tonne of resentment and frustration because ALL my friends had

Sunday Mornings in Marrickville

When you go through major changes in your life, you feel that your social structures are being completely disrupted. You can’t help but feel a bit lost, and trying to find that sense of belonging can be a hard process.

Sunday Mornings in Marrickville

When you go through major changes in your life, you feel that your social structures are being completely disrupted. You can’t help but feel a bit lost, and trying to find that sense of belonging can be a hard process.

This Place is Ours

Welcome, everyone, to This Place is Yours. I truly hope it does, in some way or another, become yours. I didn’t create it for myself, or for my friends, or for anyone in particular – I created it for you.

This Place is Ours

Welcome, everyone, to This Place is Yours. I truly hope it does, in some way or another, become yours. I didn’t create it for myself, or for my friends, or for anyone in particular – I created it for you.

The Room Illuminated

I started my blog, The Room Illuminated, in December last year. I had been studying interior design for a few years and was looking for a creative way to use the skills and knowledge I had learnt along the way.

The Room Illuminated

I started my blog, The Room Illuminated, in December last year. I had been studying interior design for a few years and was looking for a creative way to use the skills and knowledge I had learnt along the way.

The Reason I Write

I’ve been blogging almost every day for three and a half years. I’m always hesitant to call it ‘writing’ (though quite clearly it is), and equally reluctant to call myself a ‘writer’. Why? I’m not entirely sure. It weirds me

The Reason I Write

I’ve been blogging almost every day for three and a half years. I’m always hesitant to call it ‘writing’ (though quite clearly it is), and equally reluctant to call myself a ‘writer’. Why? I’m not entirely sure. It weirds me

Are You Beautiful?

Thanks to my many friends on Facebook, I eventually got around to watching Dove’s Real Beauty Campaign video. As I’m sitting here still trying to pull myself together, I’m left with the feelings of sadness I have so often  after

Are You Beautiful?

Thanks to my many friends on Facebook, I eventually got around to watching Dove’s Real Beauty Campaign video. As I’m sitting here still trying to pull myself together, I’m left with the feelings of sadness I have so often  after