Country is what we can and can not see, 2022
Charcoal, ink, pencil, oil paint, raffia, silk on canvas
92 x 123 cm, Framed.
Country is what we can and can not see. This work speaks to the sanctuary of ‘home’ in multiple senses. As a child I learned sewing and textile skills by watching my mother at her sewing machine, a skilled seamstress she stitched and whirred her work into existence. She learned by watching her mother. As an adult I sat on the earth of my Grandmother’s birth Country by the Barwon River and learned the ancient weaving practices of my people. In this work, home comes together in this landscape - the ever present Flying Foxes that inhabit the gums below Mt Keira and the suburban backyard are connected to my cultural ways of making and weaving. The work is a contemporary expression of safety, place, identity and deep love of Country.
Country is what we can and can not see, 2022
Charcoal, ink, pencil, oil paint, raffia, silk on canvas
92 x 123 cm, Framed.
Country is what we can and can not see. This work speaks to the sanctuary of ‘home’ in multiple senses. As a child I learned sewing and textile skills by watching my mother at her sewing machine, a skilled seamstress she stitched and whirred her work into existence. She learned by watching her mother. As an adult I sat on the earth of my Grandmother’s birth Country by the Barwon River and learned the ancient weaving practices of my people. In this work, home comes together in this landscape - the ever present Flying Foxes that inhabit the gums below Mt Keira and the suburban backyard are connected to my cultural ways of making and weaving. The work is a contemporary expression of safety, place, identity and deep love of Country.
