Bonnie Huang on how her art celebrates drag, queerness and dinner parties.

I had envisaged another life, if only for a month, more closely aligned with what I desired than I had in the years I had lived in Sydney since leaving high school.

They exist somewhere between fact and my imagination, and this is how I love them.

Poetry from Embers.

Poetry from Embers.

In her body I had mine.

Sometimes I watch them eat raspberries.

Friends and lovers, loved and lost

Reflections on public spaces during lock-down.

Thoughts about my language.