Curated by Kieran Swann and commissioned by The Good Room, two of Anna’s artworks were printed on flags as part of an exhibition for Brave New Worlds (Jacob’s Ladder, King Edward Park). The flags were displayed from 19-22 July 2017. Her poem ‘The Day the Letterbox Ate the Painted Rose on My Mother’s Antique Watch‘ was also selected as part of a sound installation for These Frozen Moments (Metro Arts Laneway) on 28 July 2017.
I am excited to let you know that I am a finalist in the 2017 Lethbridge 10 000 Small Scale Art Award for my digital collage on canvas titled ‘My Nana is a Mermaid’. You are all welcome to the opening night and announcement of the winner on Saturday 10 June from 6-8pm. The exhibition runs from 9-18 June 2017 at the Lethbridge Gallery, 136 Latrobe Terrace, Paddington, Brisbane.
I’m thrilled to have my poem ‘On Photographing Poets’ and some of my photographs (of poets) in Small Packages Issue 12. You can read the poem here.
I am very excited that I am a finalist for my flash fiction piece ‘Pear and Quince’, which will be published as part of The Westbury Faery, a hardcover illustrated book, forthcoming in 2017.
Anna is one of the Red Room Company’s commissioned ‘Poetry Object’ poets for 2017. You can read her poem ‘Nana’s Shower Cap Brooch’ and listen to the audio here.
I’m excited to have a stall at the Brisbane Twilight Markets on 2nd December 2016, 4-9pm at King George Square. I will be selling a range of cards featuring my photography and illustrations (thanks Tim for your wonderful printing at Westside Printing). I’m also selling my handmade necklace creations! I would love to see you all there!
Anna was excited that her poems ‘The Forest’ and ‘Icy Fruit’ were selected by Di Bates for Our Home is Dirt by Sea (Walker Books), an anthology of poetry for children. Below are her poems.
Silent as a mosquito whine just beyond hearing.
A lizard lies languid, tastes the air with its thick blue tongue.
A goanna runs up a gum tree, claws digging into bark.
A scrub turkey dashes across the path.
I sit on the timber seat halfway up the mountain,
careful of the red-back’s nest underneath.
Leaves dance with the first drops of rain. Birds call out.
A tree dribbles sap, sticky as honey. The downpour starts—
I am drenched in the forest’s earthy scent.
First published in Our Home is Dirt By Sea, Walker Books 2016
Anna was thrilled to be shortlisted for the Queensland Premier’s Young Writers and Publishers Award at the 2016 Queensland Literary Awards. To be eligible for the awards, applicants had to be 30 or under and demonstrate a track record of work as a writer and a publication history. Applicants were also asked to submit a portfolio of writing and a CV.
The judges’ comments were: ‘Anna is a tremendously talented young poet and the judges were moved by the warmth of her poetry and the gentle touch with which she executes it. Her poetry on domestic spaces, familial relations, the rituals of food and Jewishness make hers a unique voice.’
Anna was grateful to be selected for a Queensland Writers Centre Access Fund in 2016. This enabled her to attend and participate in the Year of the Memoir course, with workshops held all day once a month, from February – June run by author Kari Gislason. During this time, Anna wrote the draft of her memoir ‘How to Knit a Human’. An extract of ‘How to Knit a Human’ was shortlisted for the the 2016 Scribe Non Fiction Prize.
Anna was excited that her poem ‘Wilt’ was selected to be part of the 2016 Short and Twisted Anthology, published by Celapene Press. Her poem was inspired by her photography series Wilt, that documented flowers her mother had kept.
My mother keeps flowers until they wilt.
Late at night she picks out the drooping stems—
she tells me her mother did the same.
My father brings home a bunch for Rosh Hashanah.
By the third week, only one remains. Two months pass
and we check it’s not a plastic one thrown in by mistake,
by pressing on the petals with our fingernails,
leaving crescent marks. Three months pass
and my mother continues to change the water.
Four months pass and it mutates, edges expanding.
One night, the vase shatters. We sweep up the glass, wrap
shards in newspaper, eye the flower warily. Soon it takes
up the kitchen bench. The petals are big enough to cover
our round wooden table. We pull off the petals and use them
as tablecloths. Heirlooms to hoard in the linen cupboard.
Poem First Published in Short and Twisted Anthology 2016, Celapene Press