Firsdraft Gallery, Sydney 08.01 - 31.01. 2020
As I write this my Country is burning; its rivers are dry and its animals are dying. This is not a show about the environment though.
It's an almost elegy.
It's a gentle whisper into the papery ear of a very old person - "we are not in the landscape, we are the landscape". Then a small laboured breath "I love you, I'm sorry."
