artist mum, producer and bum wiper

Well today has been a breather after running to the post office with the faithful 43 page document to be sent to Arts Vic, two screaming children in a shopping trolley which was an impromptu pram as my gal Dare-bui thinks she's too big for one.. and putting all the documents into the envelope whilst fearful i had forgotten something after my counting of the pages were interrupted by my gal trying to stomp on them. So I left the post office bundled my kids back in my old broken blue station wagon that has now been registered as stolen- long story- anyway its not stolen- though the cops have got it down on their books as hot- which is very funny because no one in their right mind would steal it- afraid they may not get away quickly! We are invisible -m my imagination is so ridiculously vivid i imagined the cops stopping me in the 1 hour window i had to get the application in  I AM INVISIBLE i chanted as i tired to some how make the kids think we were on a fun adventure down to the crappy shopping mall that probably consumed any community that was once here ....anyway get back home carrying the golden document trying to breath and realise all is in there. ok go back to the post office and wait patiently to get served and watch the stamp click the ever important post mark. Its done i walk away bundling my kids back in the shopping trolley and celebrate my completion with buying my kids some disgusting processed meat sausage roll as a thank you for putting up with me whilst i prayed to the arts gods for some pennies to feed the children... Its in now .. one more to go and i can give up this day job... arts administration is enough to beat any artistic intention you have, concerns of numbers documentation approvals blah blah ..... love and chaos 
Rocky
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