The atmosphere in the land is old and secretive, its layers thick as animal hide. Where I
currently live in regional Australia, ugly secrets buried in this landscape create an uneasy silence. In my interior world, the trees in the forests groan with a seemingly insoluble weight and the shadows in the bush deepen every year. I hear anger which rages with no beacon or map – it is free in the soil like acid rain in the city. I wish for a Makarrata - not just an extraordinary aboriginal word ( from the Yoingu tribe) but one that has a motivating message of peace for this country.
200cm x 180cm x 150cmcowhides, steel, hand made ceramic feet and cow hoof
Credit – Photographer Stephen Oxenbury
Gallery: Defiance Gallery Sydney