Reconnecting us with what the land has to say
Artist Creative Process
My sculptures are made from earth, wood and rope. I mix the earth with my feet. I collect different coloured clays from the land around my home, which sits beneath the cliffs along Mullumbimby Creek. Above us is Koonyum Range, where I find pale yellow and white clay.
Clay holds memory. It holds the vibration of everyone who’s walked here: the animals, fires and floods. It feels precious and sacred. In the early mornings, my boys and I collect treasures from along our dirt driveway. We wander. We find sticks, birds’ nests, rocks and clay. Deep purple, red and occasionally black.
In the process of wandering in, collecting and building things, my experience is, that there is a gradual unravelling of the unconscious mind to reveal some deeper awareness.
My heart holds the images of my home, the ancient cliffs and their secret caves, the big grey boulders, the giant fig, the sweet water and the abundant harvest. Often it seems that we make the landscape. We move things, build and plant.
But I think it makes us, moves us, holds us, reveals us to ourselves.