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2022, This (Playful) Life

This article for the Weekend Australia Review, the Australia newspaper's weekend magazine, reflects up the artist's prescient, creative play as a child, making cubbies to play in on the family's World War Two Solar Settlement block, growing grapes and oranges. In the hand made, improvised houses conversations with an imaginary friend provided a space in which to imaginatively process emotional trauma, dealing with her father's emotional withdrawal and sometimes violent behaviour as a result of his undiagnosed, post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) as an outcome of his experiences as a machine gunner.

THIS (PLAYFUL) LIFE: CUBBY HOUSES MALLEE STYLE I grew up in the 1950s on a Soldier Settlement block in Robinvale, Victoria. My friends and I made many cubby houses. At picking time we constructed huge cubbies, stacking sweat boxes to create walls, floors and roofs, alcoves and porches. These cubbies suddenly disappeared when the crates were whipped away to be filled with sultanas and raisins to transport the harvest to the Robinvale Co-Op. We played under the tank stands around the house. We engraved floor plans into the packed red dirt in our backyard; flattened spaces in the long spear grass between our properties; made tree houses. We played in the hollow trunk of a huge river red gum at the sandbar we called Saint Kilda Beach on the Murray River. If you pressed your ear against the trunk you could hear the wind in the leaves far above. The Thrilling Three’s headquarters in the old chook house was our most salubrious cubby. Inspired by Enid Blyton, we invented symbols as familiar to us as the alphabet we learnt at school, a secret text to communicate and solve future crimes that may occur in the neighborhood. Furtive messages were passed to and fro, hidden in a jam jar beside the track on the border of our two properties. Every Spring, we picked wildflowers for our mothers - grevilia, billy buttons, boronia, wild violets, paper daisies, wattle. Led by the trail of wildflowers we made our most complex cubbies in the uncleared bushland next to the drying racks. We selected boronia and hop bushes growing around a central space. Using a tommy hawk pinched from Dad’s tool shed, we hacked out the branches in the middle, using them to weave walls into the surrounding foliage - filling in, curving over - to form a completely enclosed, child sized space. We scraped up the clover burrs and levelled the red dirt floor, making tiny alcoves to store my precious willow patterned tea set and our imaginary food, our dolls’ things, with a purse each full of money made from rabbit dung with pound notes cut out of Mum’s English Women’s Weekly magazines. My imaginary friend, Marian, had run away from home and hid in my cubby. I pretended to smuggle her food, our secret friendship giving expression to my own trauma dealing with my father’s emotionally withdrawal and sometimes violent behaviour, no doubt as a result of his undiagnosed PTSD as a World War Two veteran. He was a dancer, a crooner, a bighearted man least likely to be indoctrinated to kill people with a machine gun, however regimented his training. On the few occasions he talked about the war he wept, calling the Japanese ‘the poor bastards’ … Now I’m an artist creating sculptures in immersive artworks, spatial environments that people can explore, react to, think about, sometimes taking them back to uncanny childhood feelings. Australian Review, August 27-28, 2022 ARTWORKS INSPIRED BY CUBBY HOUSE Title: HQ (1980) Hop bush branches, wooden frame, waxed brown paper, photographs, grey army blanket, jam pot full of honey. Exhibition - The Security Show, George Paton & Ewing Galleries, University of Melbourne. HQ, installation. Re-creation of the hop bush cubby houses my friends and I made described in This (Playful) Life. Viewers could enter the cubby house’s space, see the photographs of children’s faces embedded in wax on brown paper walls, taken during a Schools Commission Project, Artists in Schools, at Berrimah Primary School, Darwin, NT. Lying on a WW2 grey army blanket on the floor, they could smell the sweet honey in a large jam pot. Title – HQ (2014). Silk, plastic tent pegs and poles, battery, solar panel, solar paint, UV lighting, doona. Event, La Lune: Energy Producing Art, Long Reef, Collaroy, NSW. Collaboration between the Environmental Research Initiative for Art, (ERIA) UNSW, and the Warringah Council. Catalogue Notes: HQ (2014) is a homage to the love of nature that people everywhere, worldwide, profess and demonstrate in their homes, workplaces, gardens, civic spaces, nature reserves and holidays where trees, flowers, animals and images of landscape adorn our lives. So the question is - why are we, like a locust plague, hell bent on destroying our one Earthly habitat? Overlooking the beauty of the Long Reef coastline, HQ provides a porous shelter, an intimate space directly responsive to the natural forces of sun, moonlight, sea and wind recalling fun times camping, communing, creating - reflection and joy - a place of contemplation. HQ may also take our thoughts to valuing the Earth’s extraordinary treasures that go beyond the monetary value of uranium and coal mines, coal seam gas, de-forestation, toxic plastics that litter our streets ending up, irremovable, in our oceans. HQ refreshes us for the long, hard fight to preserve our natural environments against these predations, not just for homo sapiens’ future generations, but for all Earth’s flora and fauna. Moon rise. Children playing.