I am eclectic by nature.

My childhood was full of daydreaming and reading, running around the bush and Mum’s excellent desserts.

I have spent my adult life working as a bookseller and practicing art and crafts. Perhaps in a dilettantish kind of way, because there is so much out there to explore and I’m always curious about this or that. I used to think this was a flaw, but perhaps it’s life as art, and what I have gathered is a wide experience with some space to rest in, and draw upon.

In my art practice I’m inspired by the magic of the natural world, and how cultures have made sense of natural phenomena through myth and symbol, story and magic. I’ve explored feminism and misogyny, buddhism and yoga

Fairy tales, folk tales and Greek mythology filled my childhood on the Murrumbidgee River, Wiradjuri country – although the predominantly European locations of those stories began to become puzzling. In adulthood I have tried to make sense of the complicated colonialism and sombre undercurrents that flowed incomprehensibly around my childhood.

How extraordinary it would have been to grow up learning about the country from the traditional custodians. How different our world might be if we grew up with a perspective of being indigenous to our places, our planet, instead of the deadend dreariness and destruction of colonialism, exploitation and greed. 

 This is one of the reasons why Wayapa Wuurrk is such a beautiful practice of generosity and hope – ‘wellness & reconnection programs for the world, Aboriginal way.’ – and why I became a practitioner. You can read more about that on my Wayapa Wuurrk page.