Australians surrounding themselves with objects throughout the decades without acknowledgement. Our iconic skipping girl, tripping through the years from a Victorian rooftop, sharing my name, creating a love of old in my heart, separate in its Britishness from the real Australia yet becoming its icon. Following vintage imports from across the globe to embellish an Aussie life - Japanese plate, Korean jug, English creamer, Scandi fabrics. Like a layer of icing in a melting pot across a Dollar Gum and the scented spice of the solid, real, Australian land. Melding, embracing, infiltrating.
- Subject Matter: still life