My grandmother is a dragon. A token of authority, dignity, honour and success. At 90 years of age she is mother to eight, grandmother to 18, great-grandmother to ten and counting – and a sufferer of late-stage Alzheimer's disease. Forget Me Not (2015–2019) portrays my experience over consequent trips to visit my maternal grandmother Kong Fung Tsze in Sandakan, Malaysia; a process of trying to understand more of who I am and who she is, while watching her lose her independence and sense of self. Documenting both my grandmother and the continuations of life outside her room, I explore the disorientating, challenging and repetitive nature of the condition, and the feelings that arise from watching the slow decline of a life of someone you cherish. In loving memory of my grandmother, Kong Fung Tsze, 1928–2019.

More than 24,500 fans gathered for an historic night in Australian rules football – the first-ever AFL Women’s match, held in March 2017 at Princes Park. Spectators grappled for space in the stands; Carlton beat Collingwood 46 to 11.

My family welcomes in the Year of the Pig in suburban Melbourne with yee sang 鱼生 or “prosperity toss”. Strips of raw fish, shredded vegetables and condiments are tossed into the air with chopsticks; auspicious wishes are sung out. It's believed that the higher and more vigorous the toss, the more prosperous the year ahead. As part of a large family of Malaysian Chinese migrants and first and second generation Australians, the toss for me serves both as a reminder of the good fortune of our ancestors, and a wish for future health, happiness and success.

After driving westwards from Brisbane for a week, we arrived in Lajamanu, a small community around 557 kilometres from Katherine. The local football match had just finished and adults and children had gathered in the centre of the playing field under the floodlights.

Threats of renovation and vague council inspections plagued us for months prior but it was still a shock to receive notice that our five-bedroom five-bathroom establishment was no longer to exist in its current form. Farewell rumbling traffic and trams, dripping tap and creaky floorboards; thanks for being my home for close to two years.

Firoz Ahmad Zay grills kebabs at his restaurant, Rezah Afghan Kebab. Firoz has been serving Afghan food at Rezah Afghan Kebab on Brunswick’s Sydney Road for close to fifteen years. He and his wife and children fled their hometown of Herat, Afghanistan in 1992 via Pakistan and India, receiving sponsorship to come to Melbourne in 1998.