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My Treasure is another mans trash

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This basket was  full of ideas,  materials, manifestations of future  projects. I may have made animals with school kids in an artists in schools program with the many wools in this basket. I needed the strings in the basket for the masterclass I am currently teaching to a dozen people  from all over the country, in Queensland. But they must have looked like useless, worthless trash to the workmen who could do what ever they wanted in my studio. Apparently they were cleaning up asbestos, but these things that are missing weren't even worth putting on the list of  things contaminated. Were they contaminated ? Where are they?

Looking Up but feeling so down about my lost things that are so much more than objects

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Looking up The isolated beach where I collect Ghost Nets with children, rangers and weavers are not only  littered with Ghost Nets, but also rubbish from our Northerly Neighbours in Indonesia . This rubbish made the global nature of the issue unavoidable to consider, emphasising the importance of forming a creative partnership and beginning a woven dialogue with our closest International neighbours in Indonesia.
 As both Australia and Indonesia have a strong material culture of weaving, basketry is the perfect language to commence this conversation about the shared rubbish that connects our shores. Therefore, in January, 2015, I participated in a weaving and cultural tour at Nusa Penida, an island south of Bali. We learnt the intricate process of making ceremonial baskets from bamboo and coconut leaves. Our teacher, master weaver Ibu Ketut, is an important person in the family and general community in Nusa Pineda. She makes the daly offerings, and when more elaborate offerings are requi…

lost memories gone forever and works in progress that disappeared from trace

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I am working on a personal art project as part of my PhD creative research.This involves going for long walks in Vondel Park in Amsterdam, the Netherlands, and collecting leaves to make into cyanotype and botanical prints back at the house boat I am calling home . The Dutch Maple leaves and other botanical mysteries I gather are quite different to the gum and grevillea leaves I find at home.
Theres a feeling I get when I’m walking amongst the maples, which is one of the most common trees found in the Netherlands. Like a dutch equivalent to the gum. Every morning I go for a walk and collect leaves to take back to my makeshift art studio, a houseboat in the Amsterdam canals.
Every day I feel more at home, like the maples are my welcoming friend. 


example of Dutch Delft, at Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam, 2016
I decided the best way to connect with the place was to focus on the three species of maple leaf found there. I enjoyed the unfamiliar shape and texture. Walking every day in Vondel park, the …