To the right of the heron and the left of the fish traps.

I had a yarn with the copper.

Weaved my stories in.

And out.

Collecting the echoes of the old people.

A conduit of sound.

To be water. As breath.

To remember. As body.

to collect with holes in your basket (i) , 2023 includes a weaved copper wire sculpture suspended from the ceiling echoing the shape of a basket.

Designed to gather the unseen, the sculpture holds the minerals from watery sites of significance. It has spent time in a state of deep listening to Country, being drenched in the salt from the sea. It is in this tidal flow that the stories of both country and family are imbued into the copper filaments, repurposed speaker wire has become a conduit of ancestral knowledge.

The dispersion and attempted erasure of indigenous identity is regathered and distilled in this hole(y) basket.

The sculpture has spent time in a state of deep listening to Country, being drenched in the salt from the sea. It is in this tidal flow that the stories of both country and family are imbued into the copper repurposed speaker wire, becoming a conduit of ancestral knowledge.