Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Always my childhood has been about place; the spaces I walked in and through as a child are the windows through which I see that past. And I continue to return there, to walk through the deserted farmscapes imagining them as they were once, beginning here with the gothic, uneasy grandeur of the Australian bush. But then there are the people. My parents. A childhood, a life story is nothing without people.