Dream it…my intent for the Fellowship

Place of he Natural Heart: To there and back again. An exploration of the artful creation of ‘place’

There is something particularly evocative about leaves for me – especially eucalyptus leaves. They have a form, shape and texture that speaks of ‘home’ and their smell is an undercurrent that is often not noticed consciously but is always there. Eucalypts are dominant in the landscape. They haunt the gray-green shades of hills with the blue of eucalyptus vapour, and with light glinting off the oil-gloss of the leaves like a myriad of stars fallen to the land.