Artist statement

Engulfed by the current state of chaos in the world, unsure how to process it all, ‘Cornucopia’ is a visual diary absorbing and recording the rhythm of the topsy-turvy times in which we find ourselves.

Suspended in the liminal space between what was and what might come, this selection of work unravels a myriad of emotions, investigating and reflecting a personal sense of wonder, darkness, and intrigue.

Derived from an ancient place set from deep within, each piece is a working from my inner world. They are an internal language of vulnerability, loss and longing mixed with the mysterious and delicate elixir of hope and optimism.

Cornucopia means abundance; this body of work explores the day-to-day moments, processes the uncertainty and fears, and acknowledges the wide range of emotions that come from living in uncertain times.

Fire - black summer

Long plumes gracefully wind their way through the trees.

A blanket of smoke rolls in, lining our nostrils, slowly consuming the sunlight - the sky was lost for days.

Flood

Ancient rivers, full to the brim, turbulent, swollen, burst their banks, swallowing everything in their path.

Pandemic

For a heartbeat the world stood together on the edge of a vortex, looking into the mysterious possibilities of the infinite.

There is a new rawness, the survival brain switches on sending me on a journey into ancestral survival mode.

Politics

Suddenly politics has been made extraordinarily relevant - decisions intrude directly into our daily lives, limiting movement and restricting our social contact.

Female political leaders across the world show their grit with kindness, thoughtfulness and determination.

Black Lives Matter

A global protest march to create awareness and make changes hit a chord deep within me. Thousands of stitches take time, slows time and gives me plenty of time to reflect on my complacency.

On the outside the stitched words read, ‘even though you’ve gone your light still shines.’

In remembrance.

Inside a hand stitched Acknowledgement of Country, 474 stitched marks remember how many Australian Indigenous lives have been lost in custody, universal spirals of life cascade into the void.

Hope and then there is hope.