About the Artwork

The wind line comes across the bay, white caps marching. The mountain looms to the east, unwavering. The rocks, the creatures that slip between them, settle, and stay. These moments of the landscape, felt so often through my life on the west coast of lutruwita/Tasmania, are constant. As steady as the sea. But each time I return home, there is something new: folds of preminghana in unusual light; the shine of an empty abalone shell; shapes of rock once hidden. I hold the familiarity of home close to me yet the newness it so often reveals is a comfort.