Yana Alana was born from red wine, laughter with friends and late night spots at queer venues. Her poetry was scribbled on the backs of envelopes in trams and in line at Centrelink and her songs were recorded onto mobiles phones while walking home.
She’s a reason for me to wear heels and mean it, an excuse to spit my politics with no shame and a way to make enemies.
As an artist who chooses not to separate art from politics I see Yana Alana as a character to express the personal as universal.
