On losing oneself, or the breaking and healing of the soul.
There is memory in every fragment. A fragment of paper, a fragment of history. Pieces of myself left behind, gifted to every place, every person. There is grounding to be found in the past, something to look ahead to, a hope promised. We wait.
O Lord my God,
Take the work of my hands as worship to your name, O God. Uplift my broken spirit and heal my weary flesh, for I yearn for your comfort. In my wanderings I will remember your name; I will not forget your faithful hand. Guide mine, O my Lord.
Rebekah is an artist from the gullies and foothills of the Dandenong Ranges who specialises in detailed, small-scale ink drawings and expressive landscape paintings that seek to draw viewers into concentrated scenes of the sublime and the beautiful. Her recent work has focused on her understanding of the Divine through the ordered worlds of nature and human craftsmanship in her international experiences, processing the joys and pains of human experience through the medium of refined sketchbook-style artifacts. Through rich personal research in history, theology and literature, she hopes to communicate to her viewers the sense that the physical and spiritual realms are not so separate as one might think.
