I have come to the conclusion that I have a bit of an obsession about mangroves. I'm drawn to tidal creeks, the sculptural form of prop roots, the tang of decaying leaves in the mud, the song of honeyeaters. Over the past 12 months, I've been doing a lot of writing about my relationship to mangroves, trying to figure it out, and as a consequence my arts practice has become increasing tied to my sense of self and mangroves in tidal creeks.
My next few blog posts will focus on how I have used words and creative play to explore my experience of these magical but often unappreciated places.
A forest of putrid ugliness.
you think it
you say it
but I hear
whispered pulses of the rising tide,
soothing hands stroking the casuarina,
a heron’s beak striking the fingerling,
a lone mangrove seed falling,
falling.
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| I do my best thinking on my bike or in my kayak, the notebook is always ready! |
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| Cotton Tree leaves - my other obsession! |
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| Cotton Tree leaf drawing - coloured pencil and white pen on toned paper |
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| Work in Progress - using watercolour over the top of a rejected monoprint. I used myself-made colour chart to figure out what colour would sit best against the busy background. |
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| Completed artwork (detail photo) |
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| Another one - using ochre colours |
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