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Rivers and bridges

Ballina in the evening, watching the sun set and the Richmond River recede. Returning from a day trip to Chatsworth Island along the Clarence River, then stopping off at Evans Head to see the Evans River, it was a rare delight to be alone with a cool refreshment watching the rhythm and pattern of the river.  I'm searching for details of splits and cracks, finding the spaces between boards where lived experiences collect undisturbed and unseen. Seeking out the patterns of negative space and translating those to fabric.  A distant shoreline and river bank, the wharf, a beacon, a sculpture, the bridges that connect them all. The lines and curves that make sense of a place are then made into cloth.









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