‘I tread softly on the Country of my grandmother’s birth. We turn in a slow circle and sit at the meeting place. The guruwa (gum trees) sing and sway by the Barwon River. “Nuwa ganda, look up”, says Aunty. My eyes follow. Madjam – flying fox – hang and wait for dusk. “Pinampi” says Aunty. It means listen and remember. Our hands work the fibres. The river birds ready for night and the guruwa leaves under me have pressed and imprinted on my bare legs. The central motif of the flying fox symbolically references my connection to place, family and culture.’