Phil Hall

Press Service International

Phillip Hall has been too long in Melbourne to see AFL in the same light as those back in Fremantle. East Fremantle born and bred, he would love to see the Dockers back in the eight. But would settle for just beating West Coast twice a year.

  • Collage is Fun, Sophisticated and Better than many people think it is

  • Australia wins T20 World Cup

  • T20 World Cup: Advantage Pakistan

  • Lockdown and the Stages of Grief

  • I See A Person Running. What can you see?

    I am searching for shapes when moving colour on any surface. It is a normal human trait to see patterns. When I see something others tend to see something else. It is the same here in this piece that now confronts you, if you ever walk into my house.

  • I Remember a Cycle of Seasons

    I remember the season when the fact that football was over for the year crystallised. It was my third or fourth year in Melbourne. I was not playing cricket at that time. I was too old for the Royal Show to be a drawcard. There was nothing till the international cricket started. Which was late November.

  • Lack Of Public Transport Saved Melbourne’s East

    My first experience of Melbourne was the inner east. Hawthorn, Kew, Camberwell. Box Hill was out there. Nunawading was another universe away. Being in inner city Melbourne or as I call it Melbourne Proper meant Trams and Trains.

  • Adding to the Artist Toolbox

    Sometimes when I draw, I just start. You add a line here or a circle there. It is just following the patterns as they fall on the page. You work into a rhythm and something begins to appear. It is not there just yet but you know you are onto something.

  • AFL Finals Review: Raining Dogs and Cats

    So here we are. Four teams left. Three games to go till season 2021 is over. It is amazing that they have been able to get the season in at all. Games have been played everywhere. Players and their families have been carted all over the country.

  • Origins of an Action Theologian

    There was a flurry of messages from a friend of mine recently. I had just recorded the audio for my first youtube video on my new channel. Foolishly I had described it as a podcast and posted a few pics of my new recording kit on instagram. I was making progress. Slow progress. But progress nonetheless