A rare and ancient seven-crowned grasstree, Balga to the Nyungar peoples.
Endangered Black Cockatoos, on the path to extinction, screel noisily over the jarrah forest.
Our Australian-ness, evolving over thousands of years.
Lyrebird. Platypus. Koala. Wallaby. Dingo. Jarrah forest. Facing extinction.
Do we reach for the unattainable in this political turmoil of ecological destruction, searching for meaning in our lives, again and again? We wait on an unseen threshold in the face of the treasure of the ages, transcending the heart of our memory. A measure of peace of mind.
This rings with our story. We are Balga
Like Balga, I wear seven hats. Wife. Mother. Sister. Friend. Birdwatcher. Conservationist. Artist of Australian Nature. My career covers forty years and 25 solo exhibitions. My art is a philosophy. The art of quiet beauty in nature. After all these years I still seek the mysteries.
Endangered Black Cockatoos, on the path to extinction, screel noisily over the jarrah forest.
Our Australian-ness, evolving over thousands of years.
Lyrebird. Platypus. Koala. Wallaby. Dingo. Jarrah forest. Facing extinction.
Do we reach for the unattainable in this political turmoil of ecological destruction, searching for meaning in our lives, again and again? We wait on an unseen threshold in the face of the treasure of the ages, transcending the heart of our memory. A measure of peace of mind.
This rings with our story. We are Balga
Like Balga, I wear seven hats. Wife. Mother. Sister. Friend. Birdwatcher. Conservationist. Artist of Australian Nature. My career covers forty years and 25 solo exhibitions. My art is a philosophy. The art of quiet beauty in nature. After all these years I still seek the mysteries.
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