Exhibited in 2024 at To the Sea and Back at Art Hole Gallery and Linwood Arts Eastside Gallery Spring Show

I had this dream
In which I swam with dolphins
In open sea a transparent blue
(Maybe you dreamt it too)

…

I had this dream
That we were all one family
Which war and famine could not undo
(Maybe you dreamt it too)….

The Dream
Michael Franks, The Yellow Jackets

Everyday I see and smell the sea. I run along its shores, and in summer, see my children swim its depths. 

I hear a different sea everyday, but barely feel its creeping alterations. Shifting dunes and diminishing habitats are like dust gathering under the bed, or lines weathering once young skin.

The sea has been a familiar soundtrack in my life, a sellotape bridging memories from childhood to motherhood. 

At the end of last year, along with time on my local beach, I made numerous trips to Corsair Bay. My older boy was training in the ocean so my younger son and I explored the rock pools along the ocean’s edge. These works, sweetened by childhood inquisitiveness, encapsulate those memories for me.

The fluidity of recollection is something I’m exploring for my upcoming exhibition in September. How memories are never perfect reproductions of past events; but subjective interpretations which shift over time, especially as we age.

Roses would be annoying weeds if the blooms never withered and died. 
Beauty resides in the knowledge that it doesn’t last. 

Abraham Verghese, The Covenant of Water