I acknowledge the traditional owners of the lands of the Wurundjeri people of the Woi wurrung and Boon wurrung language groups of the eastern Kulin Nations on whose unceded lands we live, work and learn. I would also like to extend this acknowledgement to the traditional owners of the land wherever you may be viewing this page. I pay my respects to their Ancestors and Elders, past, present and emerging. Sovereignty was never ceded.
A MOULD FOR THE SOUL
The material world moulds us, sculpts us. To become completely immersed in objects and buried with them. You may love me but do you love my objects just as much?
When we are born our souls are cast. Our souls, unlike body and mind, are non-linear. The cast for my soul I hope I will fit when I die. To be as soulfully pure as a baby.
The material world as it weathers in the elements, and yields to human interference, may shrink to a size smaller than it had at the beginning. But it will always fit.
To be as soulfully pure as the material world.
