ground whisper softly

a celebrative dance of the abundance found on the ground, in the garden, along the water, at the rocky outcrop in the pocket of remnant bush. Ideas of pods and seed-caps, abandoned shells, fallen leaves and sprouting seeds. The tiny. The obscure. The soon to dissolve as dust, only to reform a new. Changed slightly. There is rhythm.

Curiously being crouched, closely, observing the ground. It is a micro world, a place of fascination and many stories. It holds much. From the ground things come to life, and return to it. It is the humble surface on which everything we are rests.

Reflecting on these ideas, these works are meditative in process. Exploring the internal dialogue, forms grow and morph in to vessels and figures.