With Jennifer Kingwell Photography by Greta Punch Imagery I have been in a very fortunate situation for the past few years to straddle a performing career with what in many ways has been the dream day job — something that has given tangible worth to my FEE-HELP debt to help make me feel that going back to uni wasn’t such a terrible, fruitlessly expensive idea after all; meaningful work for a cause that I’m rantingly passionate about; creatively and intellectually stimulating projects that Do Real Good; an all-woman workforce-of-nature whom I fiercely respect; a boss slash mentor who supports my creative endeavours, comes to my shows and lets me take time off for tours, festivals and recording sessions. …So, remind me why I just quit this part time mecca again? Playing safe is a dangerous business for artists. Don’t get me wrong — I’m not one to romanticise the myth of the tortured soul (not these days anyway) or advocate a return to the not-so-halcyon days where you could only be deemed a ‘true artist’ by coughing up your heart and using it as an inkwell to pen your thoughts onto papyrus woven from the hairs of unicorns in therapy. … Continue reading DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE…