Oil on recycled wood
Wood
When I was young my family and I tore down a house to build our “farm” outside of Laggan.
the atmosphere of the Australian bush at our doorstep fuelled the imagination of my sister and I. The farm, “Bellamy’s flat”, the layers of paint stripped back, the wood grain flowed throughout.
Living now in kings cross, having spent the year prior travelling, running away from what I once called home, as my sister, the subject of the work does, running toward something in an everchanging landscape?
I recently returned to the place my family now lives in Mittagong, the old home of sir Edmund barton.
reminiscing on the bush that made me, burning my past as the bushfires do to let the new growth spring fourth.
My work “bronnadh” meaning bestow is the gallic link to my sister’s name Bronte.
My great grandmother moved to New Zealand from Scotland speaking only gallic, in an unknown world having to rebuild. Her story is carried through in my name.
“bronnadh” is a synthesis between the old and the new. The wood I recycled from our current house, wood we would’ve burnt.
Engrained in the Australian story, creating place from the land.
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