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I look out my window, across our                 I really like to work directly
       paddocks to the water and                        from the reference of a live
       mountains beyond… I pinch myself                 plant. I pull it apart and
       and think how blessed I am to live               unfold petals so I can get a
       in such a beautiful environment that             feel for the shape and how
       gives me the endless desire to                   the plant is put together.
       create. I live in a small coastal                Deconstructing them to their

       village in South Gippsland,                      most basic forms in this way
       Victoria. Having lived here for just             is the start of my process
       over a year now, this place gives me             before deciding what fabrics
       such a sense of calm and belonging               and threads I will use and
       that I have not felt living anywhere             what techniques I will apply.
       else before.                                     Sometimes I can think about

       Every glance, no matter how fleeting,  a piece for quite a while
       grants me limitless sources of                   deciding what is the best way
       inspiration for my art practice.                 to replicate it in textiles, but

                                                        most of the time the plant
       My morning routine is to take my
       little pug “Willow” for a walk to the
       beach. On the way I check out what
       is blooming in everyone’s garden,
       usually colour is what catches my
       eye first, then the shape and form
       will take my interest. Many plants
       relate well to textiles and my art
       work is a way of capturing the plant
       at the height of its beauty and

       preserving it forever. My neighbours
       are all very understanding of me
       pinching a sprig or two from their
       gardens. The beach where we live
       is very organic and rugged, with
       eroded cliff faces, rocks, planes of
       scrubs, wild flowers and T-trees. On
       the border of our next door
       neighbours property is a grave yard

       of twisted wood that has been
       battered by the ocean in high tide.
       These make wonderful bases for my
       arrangements and anchors my art
       practice to my environment. By the
       time I am old and grey, I hope that
       my eternal foraging for references
       finds myself just as much a fixed
       part of this landscape as the other
       scenes that I have come to adore.
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