Ever-changing, always looking, constantly learning.
Interested in expressing the intricacies of life, I find it stifling to place myself in a particular creative category. So in my artistic life, I lead a very personal journey whilst attempting to communicate a concept to the viewing audience. This may take form in a multitude of mediums, including sculpture, painting or drawing – through which I am learning to trust my creative self, and let it guide me to a wisdom that may not have been reached if not for my arts practice.
I am happiest when my studio is full of books, old stuff, sunlight and me.
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From my diary…
Sitting here in my newly renovated house, I am feeling comfy and anxious all at the same time. I have been feeling anxious since the fires, I feel, but maybe it was before that? I don’t know… can’t remember how I used to feel, before the importance of memories and the accumulation of stuff took over my being.
My artwork is based on the ‘Accumulation of Stuff’. The link between memories, our connection to them through the stuff we have (or no longer have) and why this is important…
I always have an accumulation of stuff in my brain, that goes round and round with no significance, yet the utmost importance. Controlling that focus is the challenge! Things I know I shouldn’t think about, suddenly take me over and engulf me… making me think about them during my waking and sleeping hours.
My memories have accumulated over my lifetime… they connect me to people, places, objects.
Like my attachment to my Great Aunty’s piano. She left it to me in her will when I was 3. I grew up with that piano. It was in my bedroom. When I moved out it remained there until I bought my on house. Then it followed me from Glen Iris to Yarra Glen… where I lost it. I took it to a bushfire prone area, and it was taken in the 2009 Black saturday fires… I made an artwork out of the remaining frame, that we pulled out of the ashes. I fashioned the piano wires into the word ‘sorry’. I felt I needed to appologise to my family for losing something that never really felt like it was mine.