These stoic nature spirits are natures very own canvas, capturing the unique marks of the moth grub as it completes its lifecycle beneath the surface of the Scribbly Gum. Every year as the tree sheds its old bark, new markings are revealed creating a history of perfect imperfection.
As I excavate the surface of this painting, slowely removing layer upon layer, I am reminded that nature is our greatest teacher of mortality. It is a natural cycle of birth, transformation, and death as a continuum.