Mapping the wild landscapes of our hearts
The lines could be scars, or they could be paths that lead us towards each other and back into reciprocity and respect for the Earth.
Yuin Country, Australia
I pay my respects to the Walbunja people of the Yuin Nation, the original custodians, artists and storytellers of this land where I live and create.
art / artist
In the midst of a world in crisis, my work grounds us in stillness and the truth of our belonging.
Even wounded, the Earth is holding us. She is in our bones, our bellies, our blood. We come from the marriage of rock and water that formed the ocean, our ancestors crawled across its vast expanse. We are kin with it all.
In its collaborative, organic materiality, my work celebrates the interdependence of animal, mineral and plant: artist, earth pigments, linen cloth, cotton thread and soy milk to bind it all.
My work pays homage to the long story of the Earth - one that began millennia before us and will go on evolving and throwing up new forms of wonder long after we’re gone.
I hope my art evokes in you the same feelings of tenderness, hope and possibility I feel as it comes to life under my hands.
In her untitled poem, Rev. Molly Bolton writes: "Our grief is love with nowhere to land."
Painting is where my love lands.
x Freya
