Andrew Belk

Andrew Belk is a writer and filmmaker based on the New South Wales south coast.

He studied journalism at the University of Southern Queensland and film & television at the Victorian College of the Arts.

In 2003 he won the inaugural Josephine Ulrick prize for literature for his story, ‘The big Jesus’ which was published in the first issue of Griffith REVIEW. His creative work has also been broadcast on ABC Radio National and SBS.

Since 2008, he has worked extensively in the developing world, creating digital content for campaigns advocating child welfare and social justice.

Articles

Downstairs in Ethiopia

Memoir‘AND HOW DOES that feel – to be hungry?’The girl, Abrinet, looks at me, smiles, then looks down. She plays at a gash on her foot and I see Mitch frame it up on ‘A’ camera. Travelling from her...

Flying in. Flying out.

FictionTOM PULLS OFF his respirator.'Know what it really stands for?'He is washing down his boots. They are fucked already, caustic soda having eaten away most of the soles. He draws in the unfiltered air – tangy, but safe enough.'What...

The future from the bottom of a boat

FictionTHE HOUSES IN the estate are all the same. Low-slung brick with dry brown roofs and yards. The fences are thin fibro planks woven slackly between raw concrete uprights. Deb doesn't trust the fence. It's like someone tried too...

The Einstein canaries

FictionI FELT LIKE I should kiss her or hug her, but while I was still thinking she got in her car. I felt like I should thank her or crack a gag or say something profound, but while I...

Deaths I have outsmarted

MemoirSOMETIMES, MY SISTER seemed to be beckoning it, and I would steer well clear of her. Down the back, away from the house, she would lay out a bath towel and sunbake. When she turned, the sun would bounce...

View from Munibung Hill

MemoirCOME SIT UPON Munibung Hill with me. When I was a kid we called it Hawkins Hill after the family who owned it. The Hawkins made their fortune carting shit and the tale of how the local shit carters...

The big Jesus

FictionWE MET AT work. I thought he was unattainable and I mostly felt like a young girl when I was around him. One day we were standing by the fax machine and it was beeping and I made a...

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