‘I was nosy as a small kid,’ says Rachel Mounsey. ‘Once I stole the neighbours' letters out of their letterbox. I didn't open them of course, but took them home, just so that I could hand deliver them – and get a look inside their houses. I guess I've always wanted to look in other people’s houses and find out about their lives. I really liked that. And I really liked meeting people.’
Rachel grew up in the Victorian town of Moe during the 1980s. It was still mainly an industrial town where most of the workforce was employed in the electricity sector’s power plants and brown coal production. ‘Mine was a typical working class family, you go to school, come home, you don’t over dream. But I was a dreamer, and Iiked to get lost in my imagination, drawing and writing and if I wasn’t lost there I’d try and get myself lost in the
