Self Reflection
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Somebody’s Daughter Theatre offers women within the prison system in Victoria the opportunity to participate in weekly art workshops. Participants are introduced to a range of art materials and given guidance to explore their self-expression and creativity in a supportive environment. Artworks produced by the women are exhibited annually in conjunction with the Somebody’s Daughter Theatre Production for the prison community, family and friends, dignitaries including members of parliament and the general public.
Self-Reflection
Often I try to self-reflect which turns into waves of rings around me. This picture reflects my days in general; life is static, surrounded by waves around.
Somebody’s Daughter Theatre offers women within the prison system in Victoria the opportunity to participate in weekly art workshops. Participants are introduced to a range of art materials and given guidance to explore their self-expression and creativity in a supportive environment. Artworks produced by the women are exhibited annually in conjunction with the Somebody’s Daughter Theatre Production for the prison community, family and friends, dignitaries including members of parliament and the general public.
Self-Reflection
Often I try to self-reflect which turns into waves of rings around me. This picture reflects my days in general; life is static, surrounded by waves around.
Date Published
July 27, 2026
Beyond the Steel Mesh
By Anonymous
The cage stands bold, with its steel-clad mesh. For within its grip, it’s us it holds. Ten foot walls, of cold creme concrete. For outside we muster, like horses in stalls.
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ISSUE NO. 25
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2 MIN READ
Burning Broken Thoughts
By Wolverine
I know you think you’re broken far too much to ever heal properly, like all those other folk that make life seem so real.
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ISSUE NO. 25
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1 MIN READ
Lines For Define
By Jon
“The colours of the rainbow so pretty in the sky." The colours of my jocks lying, on a bench. Uncovered by shutters. Unarmed waiting snakes.
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ISSUE NO. 25
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1 MIN READ
Crying Your Eyes Out
By Justin
You begin to scream and shout. Roll about time to let it all out. Emotions running wild from the hurt and pain. It’s starting to hurt my brain.
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