Win Win
Win Win by Donna Williams 09
Compete, compete, I watch my feet, I watch my back, I watch the cracks.
Delete, delete, me from your Facebook, behind the curtain, steal my jacks. Read the rest of this entry »
Win Win by Donna Williams 09
Compete, compete, I watch my feet, I watch my back, I watch the cracks.
Delete, delete, me from your Facebook, behind the curtain, steal my jacks. Read the rest of this entry »
This week Australia was again wrangling over asylum seekers headed for Australian shores. Whilst the Rudd government has not been as overtly racist as that of John Howard, it still fails to lead the Australian people in how to combine both warmth and sense in tackling ‘the asylum seeker issue’ and the media as still to self interested to address their use of loaded terms which fan the flames of racism and sell their papers. Read the rest of this entry »
When an artist has a condition there is always the question of how or if that condition influences their work. I was sent an interview about my relationship to sculpting, particularly the relationship of my autism to my sculpting. Thought I’d share it. Read the rest of this entry »
I’ve made a slideshow from the photos from the shows of Footsteps of a Nobody. Hope you enjoy it.
Donna Williams, Dip Ed, BA Hons.
Author, artist, singer-songwriter, screenwriter.
Autism consultant and public speaker.
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The term autism is highly politicised with some claiming their child as THE face of autism or desperately clinging to sinking stereotypes disappearing until the waves of diversity within the label itself. One of the face of that diversity is the aspect of personal space. Read the rest of this entry »
I used to be a dreamer, a romantic, a person of ‘if only’ who believed the word ‘maybe’ held the promise of ‘yes’. Then I became an idealist, someone who developed the warriors visions of a better world or worlds, the way things should be, could be, with all the dogmatic passion of a rebel. Read the rest of this entry »
I was never one to wear shoes as a kid and didn’t think much of socks either. I felt they were suffocating my feet. It was like being blindfolded or having your hands in gloves all the time. So whether the ground was covered in frost or the Australian summer tarmac so hot the tar stuck to your feet, those shoes came off! Read the rest of this entry »
baloombawop
Written and produced by Donna Williams
and performed by Donna and The Aspinauts
Once upon tough time, there were Grumpy Gallumphies who didn’t like strangeness it made them quite grumpy. Then a magical train arrived from a dream and those who could dare, they had dared to get in. It was off to Baloomba-wop where they had purple rain, and a shop that even sold new replacement brains!
They would meet Charlie Warmton whose best friend was a blanket, and the Brookenstein Fox who lives up on a shelf, and Bluster-McFluster with his technical gadgets and the Gimmety-Gimme with everything for herself. They’d meet Booger-Looger who picks his nose to perfection and the Whirly-twirl-girl who lacks any direction. And Gadoodleborger who runs a magical shop which just happens to be where the train is to stop.
But deep in Baloomba-wop, a Grumpy Gallumphy, the notorious Dame Grumpty-Doo-bee-the-Fourth. She is looking to change Baloomba-wop for forever. She’s determined to make all these weirdoes quite plain. Will she be stopped before everything’s ‘normal’, I wonder. Or succeed making all be exactly the same? Read the rest of this entry »
Once upon a time I was in Toronto, a place with icy ponds and mother of pearl rainbows sparkled in frost. I was taken to CBS radio station to meet with a journalist, Peter Gzowski. He was a toasty man, a voice like an open fire, a manner like Read the rest of this entry »
This month’s art work is titled “Life on Earth”.
It features two of my faceless people standing in a forest at ‘the edge of the earth’. Whilst they are grounded in a tangible reality, beneath them is a realm of intangible emotions. One is tentatively asking the other a question but the other person is unable to answer. The work is acrylic on paper, 31cm x 41cm.
I hope you enjoy the painting. It is one I did last week, the rest of which you can see in my online gallery.
Warmly,