The studio is expanded now, here at Wamboin. There is no normal workshop/studio.
The raw material here is my life’s work. Making now is looking and moving works around. Old is new. Time and the notion of progress are just colours and brushes.
Changing a work by physically altering it is not available, not an option, so, thinking and time is repurposed.
The 20 acres have become the work space, Because my thinking is oriented towards an art practice, everything is processed through that aperture.
The 20 acres constitute the boundary of the gallery and or the one artwork, which in my day, I travel across and alter. Being that it is a desert here, all human, western human change is folly, so, as I walk through the landscape I keep that in mind.
The tools employed are limited. There is no earth moving machinery on site. That has to be separately expensively commissioned. There is my truck with crane. There are the trees and the earth, the grass and the leaves.There are bricks left by the previous owner. There is the weather, there is my energy, rising and falling.
There are the usual miss-hits, mistakes, poor judgements. There is the usual dependence on those with greater intelligence and judgement.
For all of that, life is the same, here at Wamboin. Important work, it feels like, brought here to us by Covid. There’s moving stuff, which is like remaking stuff and there’s photographing stuff which identifies that. The record may come to be useful.
The Commonwealth Abyss 2010?