Faith Hunter


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Faith Hunter
City: Brunswick, Melbourne
Country: Australia
Joined: Apr 2008

Am now; old enough to know better, wrestling dutch into literary english, chook bossing, vegie wrangling and boy-whispering. Can also cook while bare-foot and pregnant. Spreekt ook wat nederlands. I have a Canon 300D with a dinted 18-55mm Canon lens and for the ttv shots a Brownie six-20 Model C.

Have been; long term layabout and dilletante, hermeneuticist, knowledge manager, project manager interactive design and online marketing and general webbiness.

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Any reproduction, modification, publication, transmission, transfer, or exploitation of any of the content, for personal or commercial use, whether in whole or in part, without written permission from myself is prohibited. © All rights reserved~Faith Hunter 2000-2008

Journal Entries

Catching Up!

Posted 2 months ago, 2 comments so far.

Auto-focus and canon ef-s 18-55mm lens

Posted 5 months ago, 16 comments so far.

Women's Salon Counihan Gallery, Brunswick

Posted 5 months ago, 3 comments so far.

Inspiration on wheels

Posted 6 months ago, 2 comments so far.

LIFE Photo archive on Google

Posted 7 months ago, 5 comments so far.

Artist in Residence program

Posted 7 months ago, 10 comments so far.

Longlisted for the IMPAC Dublin Literary Award

Posted 7 months ago, 2 comments so far.

How long should the tube of darkness be?

Posted 7 months ago, 9 comments so far.

New Toys

Posted 7 months ago, 8 comments so far.

Images of locality Exhibition November 2008

Posted 8 months ago, 1 comment so far.

Writing

Translation - Excerpt from Kiss from your sis. by Jowi Schmitz

That’s what happens to people in panic. At work we once filmed disaster reconstructions with thrilling music and a voice-over. ‘She stepped outside and looked wildly around.’ says ‘the Voice…

Translation - Excerpt from Tomorrow we’re in Pamplona by Jan van Mersbergen

He jabs. / —Stop it! / He jabs once again, and again he hears a bell, louder and clearer than the first. —Stop, someone screams.

Translation - Excerpt from The butterfly month by Ariella Kornmehl

With half-closed eyes I looked upwards to Zanele who stood on the grass in the bright sunlight. / ‘So many butterflies!’ / She nodded. ‘Is butterfly month,’ she said with a smile.

Translation - The Night Mother by Carel Donck

It was about ten thirty New Year’s Eve and I only had a couple of hours to live.

Translation - Babu by Ariella Kornmehl

“Met Babu”. / Ik leg snel neer. / Nu weet ik hoe hij heet. “Babu.” / Quickly, I hang up. / Now I know his name.

His Second Tomb

we followed a digger all the way to the cemetery / his yellow dirty / arresting our silver dignity

Watchlist

  • housenbaby
  • Clemformation
  • Friederike Alexander
  • holycunt
  • kitsch
  • Melinda Kerr