The artwork "The Rocks" delves into deep, intense pain, a raw and ripping sensation that tugs at my being, all while knowing that so many others are still in pain and that injustice continues to prevail. The consolidation of the intense learning over weeks reveals the truth of the climate crisis and the blatant misuse and disrespect of our country, which grates against my conscience. It is simply wrong, utterly and completely wrong. The frustration and the reality of the situation are almost unfathomable.
My first priority becomes how I personally deal with it, and then it extends to how I can lead others in this space. How do I spread hope and provide support? The connection to the land upon which the NSW gallery stands feels wrong, and the entire area of The Rocks carries a sense of discomfort and discombobulation. I love Sydney, but there is a lingering pain, an unsettled feeling. Something is amiss, and I am acutely aware of it, akin to the sensation when you return home and know someone has been in your house.