Cassie Sullivan
Water always finds its way.
To tidelines
from desire lines.
To birth
from death.
To now
from then.
Water always finds its way.
a spectral, a chronicle (ii) is a fragile weaving from fine copper wire. The weaving takes the distant shape of a basket suspended from the ceiling.
The process of weaving was undertaken in watery sites of significance to the artist. The memory of Melukerdee Sea Country is gathered and woven in.
It is a spectral, a ghost, an echo both in form and filament. Designed to hold the unseen and unheard of indigenous place memory. It is a chronicle, a factual reading of time and story and it is a record of no time and all time. It is a conduit between us and place, between us and family.
This work is an extension of to collect with holes in your basket (i), 2023 which referenced the dispersion and attempted erasure of indigenous identity regathered and distilled in a hole(y) basket.
