Musings & Projects

Just a little note to say I now have a new print available every month via the legends at  Cream Town ~ .

A lot of of artists have been financially affected by COVID-19, some completely losing their income.

At CREAM TOWN, you can support local artists and get yourself some amazing
new pieces to keep you company during this isolation period, whilst also contributing to paying the rent.

What a gorgeous way to support your community during hardship!

PS. Buying art is definitely self-care.

https://shop.cream.town/artworks/heidivalkenburg/

‘Sometimes I can still feel your hand on my hip as I sleep’ 

Never Said Motel for OK Motels

Written & Performed by Tamzen Hayes
Directed by Heidi Valkenburg
Produced by Hot Mess Productions

Performance images Nathan Kaso

Never said Motel invites audience volunteers to play the role of real-life figures in intimate conversations that have, until this point, only happened in our performers mind.

Written & Performed by Tamzen Hayes
Directed by Heidi Valkenburg
Produced by Hot Mess Productions
Images by Theresa Harrison

NSM proudly premiered at the Melbourne Writers Festival  in 2019 and will soon be featured at OK Motels with futher vacancies to be announced.

Sensory Experiments is a call for change – a Manifesto for Sensory Intelligence.

Part social experiment, part philosophical inquiry and a fully immersive performance piece.

A provocative experience intended to awaken the senses.

Your emotional and physical responses will leave a digital imprint as the results of Sensory Experiments are transmitted in real time. This performance was created in partnership with the National Gallery of Victoria and Melbourne Design week.

A LIVE EVENT

Performance photography captured by

Do you remember when we were seventeen?

I would write you poetry

folded up on lined school paper

torn from math workbooks that would have remained empty otherwise

(let’s be honest)

They were words I was too shy to share elsewhere

but craved sharing with you

You.

You were boyish and awkward underneath all that schoolyard bravado

you seeped soft praise and told me I was special

oh, so clever

You understood me.

you were exactly as you are today

except now you drink more

Me?

Well.

I had too much energy

all crackle and whip

You?

You understood me.

you were exactly as you are today

except now you drink more

these days I don’t write words for you

except for in my head

when I’m on the train

wondering if you ever think of me as much as I still do you

You.

In the early hours when you’ve had a few

I hardly call anymore

Is that bad?

 I suppose, it’s because I miss you

but mostly because

I’m worried my cleverness hasn’t amounted to much at all

and your high hopes for me were in heavy vain

all these years later

I still so badly want to make you proud

You understood me.

(I wish you’d drink a little less)