I was invited by the legendary Fenella Kernebone to write some short (50 words max) stories for her public artwork, Here Lies Your Story, sponsored by the City of Sydney’s Art&About program.
Here Lies Your Story, or in this case, Stories.
Here Lies Your Story is a text-based mural with its words collected from across the Kings Cross community.
When curated together, these short stories and memories create a unique picture of a place unlike any other.
If you’re in Sydney, you can find the exhibition from 5 Apr — 16 May 2022, alongside the Potts Point Hotel, where Springfield Avenue and Earl Place meet.
Listen to three of my 50-word stories here
Below are the five “Here Lies Your Story” stories I submitted.
Three got recorded which you can listen to above. And two made the final edit, ending up on display.
All of them are based on things that really happened in or around The Cross / Potts Point part of Sydney.
Two guys with a drum machine and a mic were standing on this corner rapping. I had just come from a party and was pretty pissed, so I challenged them to a rap battle. Turns out drunk freestyle rapping is my superpower. They got smoked, packed up, and left. It’s my corner now.
There used to be a terrible bar near here full of career drinkers and druggies. And we loved it. Especially late at night when it was full of kooky characters. You had to hike three flights of stairs to get in, but the harder journey was always getting back down.
I got slapped in the face by a stranger on this street. The slapper was a pimp who thought I was disrespecting his employees. I wasn’t. I was just watching the street show, but I guess in some parts of town you need a ticket for that.
My friends moved over from London and lived around the corner from here. They wanted to be where the action was. See the “real” Sydney they said. But after about two weeks they broke their lease and moved to Bondi. The Cross was just a little too real for them.
We met near here to celebrate a friend’s 40th. At the end of the night, we loaded our inebriated mate into a cab and put his presents in the boot. He never got his gifts out when he got home. Some of them were expensive. Mine not so much.
See (or listen to) all the other stories and learn more about Fenella Kernebone’s artwork at hereliesyourstory.com.
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