A line runs from beginning to end, a thread of continuity, writing a history of tie and place. Its shapes, its patterns are my cultural inheritance, transposing into the place I how know is home. Repetition brings familiarity; as I move back and forth across the landscape I come to know it. The way we see the land, and the way we represent it as ‘landscape’, comes from our past. The future of Tasmania is not yet written: what will we make of it?
Acrylic on canvas