An ode to our last 750-gram powdered milk, taken from our treasured weekly Buy-Up Sheet.

Facing the darkness, the pain and cold travelling through the body, the soul taking me back to when I played alone when hell exists, the place my home I spend years, months, days wearing the mask trying to pretend there is no fear or pain.

The big idea behind this painting is to display a very strong, tough Australian sportswoman. Through her athleticism she has helped to inspire a huge number of young Australian girls to take up soccer as their favourite game.

As I come back to jail, I walk through that familiar door, I promised my mum and kids, I wouldn’t break the law.

Behold my friend, I am heroin, known by all as the destroyer of men. From where I came no one knows, a far away place where the poppies grow.

It’s been almost 10 years now, since my life has changed. For better or worse, nothing will ever be the same.

I fall, twisting and spinning in duress, a darkness complete, vast and eternal. An emptiness felt, thick as molasses, noises and sounds rend my mind infernal.

Do not cry by the window, gazing out to the sky. For I’ve not only left you, I’ll never say goodbye.

Window Pane is a reflection of childhood memories, looking outside of my bedroom, locked away.

Nowhere to go, as the new day is here? Holding on as the last threads, of my dreams disappear.