“I sat out at Murujuga National park at the Burrup recently, some 20 years on from my first visit. The landscape reddened now, not only from the pindan dust but from the mourning tears of lost culture. The old ways are all but a whisper, thin threads against the hungry squalling winds of industry. Childhood legend speaks of our loved ones shining down on us from the moon, here I attribute this perspective detailing a waning moon with aboriginal woman spirit crying from the ruination of her peoples landscape and lore.”

Medium: Oil on linen
Size: 100cm (h) x 85cm (w) 
Region: South West