Where creativity, community and storytelling meet

One of the key purposes of government funding for the arts is to improve access in making creative experiences available to people who might otherwise miss out

It is also a significant public investment, one that can deliver benefits well beyond the artwork itself.

Research suggests that investment in the arts can stimulate local economies, which is welcome news for someone like me who lives in regional NSW. 

I should admit, though, that I often extol the benefits of creativity in a regional setting. It is worth acknowledging that bias upfront.

My latest opportunity to reflect on the value of arts funding came on Saturday 24 October, when I attended Art Farm, held at Piccolo Family Farm outside Griffith.

Now in its second year, Art Farm brought together local and visiting craftspeople to deliver a varied program of workshops across the property. Sponsors were acknowledged throughout the event, including regional arts organisations such as Western Riverina Arts, which supported my participation.

As part of my application for a sponsored ticket, I offered to write about the event. That support made my attendance possible, but the reflections that follow are my own.

A creative day in the country

Art Farm's program offered something for a range of interests and experience levels, attracting participants of different ages. One observation, however, was that men appeared to be less likely to attend, raising a familiar question about who feels invited into creative spaces.

The life drawing class brought together alumni of the Griffith Regional Art Gallery's former program, including tutor Anthea de Silva. At another workshop, Bidgee Studio's Hape Kiddle introduced participants to carving, while the pottery class appeared to be completely packed.

The calibre of the artists leading these sessions was impressive. Their expertise, combined with the breadth of the program, offered a compelling example of what well-supported arts programming can achieve.

My own destination for the day was Duncan Fellows' storytelling workshop. Having participated in numerous writing programs, I arrived with some expectations about what a day devoted to storytelling might involve. I left with a different perspective on the relationship between writing, performance and the telling of personal stories.

Some of Duncan's strategies were familiar, but his emphasis on performance skills was something new. The morning moved briskly through a series of introductory exercises designed to build rapport among participants while laying the groundwork for creating vivid descriptions and presenting compelling narratives.

My experience of drama has been limited: a little at school, many years ago, and more recently through taking part in a theatre production. Duncan's approach revealed just how central acting can be to storytelling.

Indeed, when it came time to present my own piece to the group, I was surprised — and a little embarrassed — by how little I felt the need to write an actual draft. The exercises had encouraged me to think about the story as something to be inhabited and performed, rather than simply put on paper.

The full-day format was demanding, and I found the pace exhausting at times. Yet I could also think of writing workshops I had attended this year in which little or no writing was produced. Duncan's workshop was ambitious in its scope, but it was certainly not short on ideas, activity or engagement.

Courage to tell a story

What impressed me most was the willingness of participants to engage with the process. Everyone had a personal story to tell, and some accounts involved deeply traumatic experiences. Their presence gave the workshop an emotional intensity that could not have been manufactured through exercises alone.

Duncan led the group through this territory with a striking degree of confidence and fearlessness. His approach prompted me to reflect on the varied understandings of trauma-informed practice and the ways facilitators navigate the responsibilities that come with inviting people to share difficult experiences.

The workshop moved through an unpredictable sequence of emotional highs and lows. Along the way, participants encountered a series of insights about the stories they tell, the ways they tell them and the meanings they attach to significant events.

Given the number of life-changing experiences shared throughout the day, I was struck by the interplay between the skills of communication and the potential for personal reflection. There was something of a therapeutic quality to the process, although the workshop's focus remained on storytelling and performance.

Actors often bring their experience to workshops beyond the stage, and Duncan has clearly put considerable thought into his offering. His ability to move between different topics, maintain momentum and encourage participants to explore their own stories made for a memorable day.

The result was not simply a collection of individual performances. As people shared pivotal moments from their lives, the group became an audience for one another's experiences. Each story offered an invitation to consider a different perspective, and each response helped shape the atmosphere in which the stories were received.

Making space for creativity

Not every arts experience needs to produce a finished work to be worthwhile. Sometimes the value lies in the opportunity to express something that has been difficult to articulate, to hear how others interpret an experience or to discover a different way of looking at a familiar story.

The workshop also prompted me to reflect on how facilitators respond when personal storytelling touches on trauma. Duncan's approach seemed to place considerable emphasis on personal agency: help was available, but participants needed to be able to identify and articulate what they needed. There was an implicit recognition that we are adults, capable of making decisions about our own experiences, even when those experiences are difficult to revisit.

I found this interesting in the context of contemporary discussions about trauma-informed practice. There is a balance to be struck between creating an environment in which people feel safe to participate and avoiding the assumption that difficult personal stories necessarily require intervention. Duncan's approach seemed to leave considerable room for individual responsibility, while maintaining a clear sense of the limits of his role.

During the day I remembered hearing about a subject on memory and trauma at uni, which had been described as unleashing personal demons for an entire class of students. That recollection prompted reflection on how navigating personal experiences has become a more significant consideration, so I wondered whether a tutor should anticipate strong emotions being stirred?

On one hand it might be naive to enter into a discussion with strangers about personal experiences that could be triggering for them or others; while on the other hand I wondered whether medicalisation of every day life has gone too far?

It left me wondering about the relationship between storytelling and support. The act of telling a story can be powerful in itself, particularly when others listen and offer different perspectives. But the experience also highlighted the distinction between inviting people to explore their lives creatively and taking responsibility for what that exploration might bring to the surface.

That was one of the most rewarding aspects of my time at Art Farm. Whatever the eventual creative outcomes, the workshop created space for expression, reflection and exchange. The perspectives shared throughout the day added another dimension to the stories being told, reminding me that creative practice can be as much about listening as it is about making.

In the end I realised that storytelling might be an effective approach to providing ways for participants to evaluate their own life experiences, and it is one where giving space for an individual to arrive at their own meanings is a key consideration for creativity. One doesn't want to write a story that follows a contemporary trend in analysis or something.

It also brought me back to the question of arts funding. Access to quality creative experiences does not happen by accident. Events such as Art Farm depend on the work of artists, organisers, venues and supporters who recognise the value of bringing people together through the arts.

I left having learned a great deal from Duncan's storytelling workshop and with an appreciation for the ambition behind the event's broader program. Set in a beautiful rural location, Art Farm offered a distinctive combination of skilled practitioners, hands-on learning and opportunities for connection.

Perhaps my enthusiasm for the arts in regional NSW is still biased, but after a day like this it is easy to understand why I keep making the case.

A future streaming from the past

Music discovery for people has changed with the popularity of short videos

I hear it with my kids listening mostly to music from before they were born, because they have almost always had all recorded sound within reach. 

It is such a contrast with my era when cover art played a huge role in the music I heard before Rage and the Js began broadcasting around the early '90s. 

One amusing thing when I last listened to Triple J was hearing an hour dedicated to '90s music, because the government-funded youth radio has to follow their legislated demographic. 

I like a lot of contemporary music, but what hope does it have to be heard when there is a back catalogue from times when songwriters had careers and musicians who performed all the time were being recorded by actual engineers? 

Seventeen syllables

It's funny

I really dig the syllable constraint but it seems the idea overtook the form when Americans popularised haiku in the 20th Century. 

d'Arenberg Toilet Wine

Recently I read that Australian wine consumption has dropped around 25% in the last couple of decades

I mention this because it is unusual that I bought half a dozen bottles recently.

For me it's also unusual as I last bought wine for drinking, rather than cooking, about a decade ago.

Sometimes I'm drinking wine that I bought decades earlier, since I have been enjoying the benefits of cellaring bottles in cardboard boxes.

So, what prompted me to buy wine in 2026?

This also seems unusual because I was prompted by a Youtuber.

Bobby Fingers is a wry Irish artist who makes entertaining videos about building dioramas.

His interests extend to dabbling in a variety of media, such as the music that's often included in his videos, as well as a recent excursion into writing romantic fiction.

The most recent video shows the process of constructing a small scene discussed in the defamation proceedings between actors Johnny Depp and Amber Heard, which prompted Fingers to try making his own wine as part of research into Depp's fondness for fermented grape juice.
 


Since I've already shown the result of that digression from the detailed diorama, it's no spoiler to share that Bobby Fingers ended up in South Australia at one of the most highly-rated wineries.

One of my top five wine experiences was a 1998 d'Arenberg Footbolt shiraz and I still remember a eureka moment when it hit my tongue.

That taste was when I understood some of the wine terminology about vertical stacking of tannins, as the flavour was bold and seemed as though the taste continued to explode in my mouth after the wine had gone down my throat.

While the Bobby Fingers branded Toilet Wine is a decent drop, although a bit more expensive than what I normally drink because Australian wine is generally very good value for money and I'm cheap, I think d'Arenberg have done something that will be emulated for years to come.

The wine itself shows the same clever blending that I associated with the 1998 Footbolt in having a long-lasting taste, although it is surprising to me the flavour does not seem to be as decidedly fruit-focused as Australian wine is generally.

It might be that I'm so far out of the habit of drinking wine that I haven't noticed it before, or maybe d'Arenberg are making a conscious decision to aim for a more European sensibility since Mr Fingers is based in that part of world.

A clever aspect of this marketing-based product is the obvious affinity that Chester Osborn has with Bobby Fingers' art-making and I thought the suggestion that the Toilet Wine might actually contain fermented toilet was hilarious.

While I couldn't taste toilet in my glass, it's not something that I have much experience in discerning.

However, while Australian wines don't usually note the blends in detail on the labels unless it is more than a certain threshold, I thought it was also clever of Chester to link the role of malbec in the blend in the video.
 
It was memorable to compare the meaty taste of that grape to seared kangaroo. 

This is the kind of small, yet amusing consideration that could cultivate a broader audience for tasting the product and developing an interest that goes further.

At risk of being sentimental, it was sweet to have my appreciation for wine given another lesson from d'Arenberg.
 
They have produced a wine with Bobby that could have been ordinary, but instead they appear to have seized on an opportunity to reach an new audience and educate them a little in doing so -- which might be what this Australian industry needs in the longer term.

Passing time

Everyone seems to aspire to live in the moment and it's fascinating to consider how those moments relate to each other

I've been curious about understanding our relationships with time since writing a poem that pondered our places within history. 

A friend recently shared this idea that our sense of continuity is what undermines argument that time passes. 

To be fair to Heraclitus, his idea was that new water flows past every second but the person stepping into it has changed. 

Knowing the previous note is that change. 

Yes, I think one of the failings of modern thought is that notion of discrete sections. 

There's so much more to be gained from presenting a subjective view of time as an experience, rather than pretending one can be wholly objective. 

One of the bigger possibilities is then shifting to a view that places one's self within a broader context, and I wonder if the quantum view will prompt that but it could also be through something older like the Dreamtime. 

(Although, I'm not suggesting these are interchangeable, just that they offer prompts beyond the individual.) 

In some ways I can see this is probably more in line with the Romantics and their rejection of science at the expense of wonder, which also offers a cultural tradition closer to my own heritage.

It leads me to appreciate how Jorge Luis Borges inverts how to think the subject in this quote:

"Time is the substance I am made of. Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger which destroys me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire which consumes me, but I am the fire."

Seasons changing

Steam rising as the sunlight arrived at the fence this morning

Portrait of the blogger by AI

This is what Youtube thinks I look like based on a video from 21 years ago 

There are a number of AI features appearing on that site and I was curious what it would recommend for a thumbnail image. 

The video is a song about listening and mentions bare branches, so it drew those themes from my Autotuned attempts at singing. 

I'd put the music to footage that was the first thing I uploaded on Youtube about 20 years ago, showing a clip of mountain biking outside Wagga where you briefly see my face at the end after I stacked. 

So their AI has taken details like my spectacles and beard, as well as the lyrics to produce this image. 

At this rate I expect it will be able to generate a video for my music within a couple of years, or maybe create the music too?

Here is my video.

 

Famous Catholic paining and other art

Michael Agzarian is one of my favourite Riverina-based artists

He uses his Advision shopfront in Wagga to make a number of provocative statements and one of the most recent prompted an article on the Region website this weekend.

I am particularly amused by their typo "famous catholic paining" as it seems like an apt slip.