Blog # 32


A week in Van Diemen’s Land, southern most end-stop. The name accesses the exile of the place––colonial outreach. A preacher-less country. Bone-faced mountain covered in wet-flowering. At the foothills of Mt Wellington stands the women’s factory, an architecturally designed monument to women convicted, sent to work in the colony. Their names are written on the stone wall: Elizabeth, Margaret, Sarah, Grace. Truganini was buried at the factory too, until her exhumed bones were put on display, then finally burnt to honour her wishes. Now she is set free in the wind over the D’Entrecasteaux Channel. Adrift at the mouth of the Derwent and the Huon Rivers, finally heard among fluid gestures of the glacial Tasman sea. Truganini’s black fingers open, close, on a current of eternity.

Boundary Speak (Diaries 2013-2021) centrally focuses on reportage of my life’s happenings, notes on readings, phantasms or wild forays, riffs off music or footnotes from poems that take me on a strange journey, ruminations and thought fragments. My outsider artwork is focal on my Re-learn your Alphabet for the Twenty-First Century drawings (some of which are collaborations with my children), my robot series, as well as many other drawings undertaken over the period 2013-2021.