A Mind of It’s Own
I encounter this tree each time I stay at the Glassworks Chapel where it stands sentinel (from a human viewpoint). Since reading Peter Wohlleben’s The Hidden Life of Trees, I have come to think of it as a lone voice: a strong and independent presence. Each morning I smell the intense aroma of Eucalyptus – (or is it possum piss) as I walk barefoot around its base, my mind awakening to the raw sensation of gumnuts crushing underfoot.
Photo: Wendy Dawes - Courtesy Canberra GlassworksMore
Essence of Cloud series
Clouds materialize and dematerialize in the swirling sky that Alfred Russel Wallace called ‘the great aerial ocean’ Each cloud is as unique as each snow flake - perhaps even each water molecule.More
Tree Spirit Eggs
Translucent basket forms hover. Spirit eggs – momentarily caught in the trees -shimmering when touched by sun. Perhaps soon to rise up and float away: A mythology in the process of becoming.More
Light Dragon represents, the sublime musical and luminous form of the Leafy Sea Dragon as it sails through the seaweed forests of Southern Australian waters.More