WHERE DOES THE SKY END AND SPACE BEGIN?
The bathtub as a space craft. My son and I fly through the universe together.
Held by the light of the moon, dreaming in the darkness, we search for a path to my mother through the night sky, across the oceans, using the stars to map our journey to her. The centre of everything, she is like the sun around which we all orbit.
Longing to experience the wildness again, to breathe in the air from a moth's wings as they brush my face, to feel the hot breeze on my skin, and to hold her warm palm in my hand.
This project is an exploration of longing, exile, family and grief. Although I live in London, I am from Australia. As an émigré I feel the constant tug-of-war between where I find myself now and the home that I have left behind and yearn to return to. It seems that a part of me is always somewhere between both places. In this work I explore this subliminal state, made all the more profound by the recent loss of my mother, who was the centre of my world.