Artist, romantic, complex systems thinker.
Kia ora universe! So…you’d like my life as a catalogue of non-definitive acts: I’ve hiked across the battle plains where Lord of the Rings wars were filmed. I have dreams of space-junk and Loch Ness monsters and grand pianos trapped on high-rise balconies. I wrote a novella of fifty-thousand words in three months last year to save my sanity, occasionally sing in clock towers and foreign train stations, and am dangerously in love with constellations, lightning storms and hot showers. As a kid, one time I liked the scent of a newspaper so much that I decided to try eating it. I love people, but I obsess about healthy ecosystems more, and drool about multiverses. I would marry my 400kmph blender if I could and I spent the entire summer trying to figure out where the ink on my toothpaste tube came from – ecological lifecycle analysis. Oh, and? EARTH without ART is just ‘EH’.
Why BABY GRAND?
I find it hard to tell people how old I am. I can’t remember most of the time. I sometimes feel 7, sometimes 565 years old. Both ancient and deeply young.
I’m also obsessed with baby grand pianos. I can usually smell them quite a way away and osmotically gravitate towards them.
And if I had a stage name, that’s what I’d love. BABY GRAND. Shameless, fierce, intimate. It’s about either ‘succeeding…or failing magnificently.’ It breathes mana wahine, wild women and women who run with wolves. It shouts GAIA, or Mama Universe.