06 Apr Tracing

In my work I’ve been looking at how trace can be explored. Trace and memory and connection. How can I engage with this wrong landscape? What can I see in it and what does it mean to me? I collected pieces of the imposing tree that is the landscape I see. Made brushes from its leaves. Stood underneath it. Looked through its branches. It’s unappealing. Dark, heavy and blocks our view and our sunlight. But one afternoon the most beautiful green lorikeets flew headlong into a tiny opening.

This landscape outside my window holds me physically (under duress). I can see my own emotions reflected off its unfamiliar surfaces. The cypress is so close and sometimes fills the apartment. If I get up close and stand in its shadow its familiar. I’ve seen these trees in many places. Suburban gardens, parks, faraway (so far away now) countries.