Many of my childhood memories begin with the long train trip from Sydney to a large property outside of Moree. Of summers spent cattle mustering with the grit of red dust between my teeth. Hot days spent searching through the crackling, dry bush in search of bower bird nests and the skeletal remains of kangaroos, flipping dried cow paddies for hiding dung beetles, the shouts of discovery drowned out by the sound of cicadas.
Today, in a home filled with treasures of birds nests, and the skeletal remains of snakes and kangaroos, I’m more likely to be woken to the sound of a blower vac. I take solace in my garden, growing and nurturing, it provides comfort but recently I’ve observed that the cicadas have grown quieter than in previous summers.
A series of brooches and pendants made with parts of cicada shells. Exhibited at Gaffa Gallery, Sydney in 2012, as part of the group show ‘It’s In Our Nature’.