Awards 2021

Finalist

The Design Files Awards Collaboration Poodle Bar with Bergman and Co.

Highly Commended The Mono Black and White Photo Awards

https://www.themonoawards.com.au/photocompentry/diaphanous

Photo 2021 JR photo artist collab

Photo 2021 Inside Out – Collaborative project with French artist JR.

https://www.linkedin.com/posts/nicole-cullinan-23712717_photo-2021-on-now-at-federation-square-i-activity-6768162909009903616-mZFg

Academic writing

Globalisation and Identity in Place and Space

Establishing identity in a globalised world.

https://www.rsisinternational.org/journals/ijriss/Digital-Library/volume-3-issue-8/609-611.pdf

In the pursuit of love, then and now.

Discover how we fall in love today compared to thirty years ago. https://www.rsisinternational.org/journals/ijriss/Digital-Library/volume-3-issue-6/348-350.pdf

Subculture, Resistance, Violence and the Female Perspective

https://www.rsisinternational.org/journals/ijriss/Digital-Library/volume-4-issue-3/06-08.pdf

Utilising a life course perspective to explain women over 55 being the fastest growing group of homeless people in Australia

https://www.rsisinternational.org/journals/ijriss/Digital-Library/volume-5-issue-2/334-338.pdf

Enduring Love

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On enduring love. Thirty years ago today I met my love. I am in my forties. He calls me ‘Cosi’, although only occasionally now. It was a childhood name. Reserved for grandparents and parents and my love. It’s very affectionate. Everyone else calls me Nicole, this is the way I prefer it, I don’t like nicknames.

I don’t have strong memories of meeting him. I met many people that day. I recall he was shy and had beautiful eyes. At some point I became curious. And so there was the slow revelation of truths over the coming months. There was no internet at that time. Things were different. A stalker was someone who hid in a tree in your garden not a person at home hunting on their computer for pieces of information that would disqualify or promote someone’s worthiness. How different the genesis of love can be today.

As the months passed I would recall my Grandmothers words ‘ Patience is a virtue. Possess it if you can. Found often in a woman and seldom in a man’. We lived in a narrative of binary beliefs with a total lack of awareness. Everything was uncomplicated. Slowly we migrated from friendship to love. There was never a moment doubt for me. I’ve always known what I want. Such burning desire.

First ten years and then twenty. I was engulphed by breathless adoration. Should all loves be so lucky to have twenty years like this. Life was easy and we knew it. We didn’t sweat the small stuff. We never have. The affection and devotion upon which I regarded my love was intoxicating to those around us. I fielded constant inquiry as to what the secret is. I thought I knew. With unrivalled arrogance I would tell others the secret is ‘not to let the sun go down on an argument’. The ability to forgive. A lesson I learnt from my loves Grandmother. She was married for more than fifty years to a man with a similar temperament and the same moniker as my love.

And so we slid confidently into our third decade. Me, my love and our four children. I can hear the children’s laughter, it fills my heart with joy. The days pass with a satisfying exhaustion that comes from giving everything. The bedtime stories. The silence of them sleeping. The time for us. The closed doors, the fire, the heat, the dry skin, the moistness. I remember everything, like it was yesterday. Time and space recorded in little dioramas for my thoughts to browse.

Do you remember my love? The beginning, we had nothing and everything. Materiality was meaningless. I was a well that could not be emptied. I was young.  I don’t want to be patient anymore. I feel a sense of urgency, like time is moving too fast. The world has changed. I have changed. There is only one thing I am certain of, the passion I have for you my love. Tomorrow we begin our fourth decade.

Touch me and you will know what it is to be loved… Just touch me, my love.

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Being given what you don’t realise you want.

The following article was first published by Archiol in March 2021. It is part of a collection of essays on sensory architecture that were produced as a zine.

https://robertsimeoniarchitects.com/

Architecture can be viewed as a mode of intervention in social reality. Traditionally it is narrated through a lens of function and form. What happens when a sociology writer with a lot of feeling meets a thoughtful architect? Read on if you would like to know…

If you would like to read more of my published work at Archiol follow this link https://www.archiol.com/post/the-architects-map

If you would like to read more about sensory architecture follow this link https://nicolecullinan.com/2019/03/31/the-intimacy-of-architecture/

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