HUNGER
At Bundanon I fell into hunger.
Not just for food, but for meaning.
I waited. I listened. I searched the silence.
Nothing came. No ancestors, no visions, only the land — still, vast, indifferent.

On the edge of absence, I found it.
The ache itself. The pull between body and earth.
A thread tying me back to something older, wilder.

This work is not complete.
It is still unfolding.
A record of survival, of emptiness that refuses to vanish.

(Created during the Bundanon Artist Residency, 2024)

Title: I went to the river to meet my ancestors, but they were eating dumplings and didn’t hear me so i became a fish and waited…

Artist Statement

I was fasting on the banks at Bundanon, walking among trees with names older than language — older than ego, older than the idea that this would mean something.

I listened. I heard nothing.

Maybe they couldn’t hear me.

Maybe they were busy eating dumplings.

So I became a fish.

The cold peeled everything off — expectation, memory, identity.

The mud didn’t ask questions. It just held me.

I pressed the self-timer and let go.

I didn’t do it to find them.

I did it to lose what I wasn’t.

To quiet the noise.

To meet whatever was left.

 (Created during the Bundanon Artist Residency, 2024)

Title: The garden was never for me (also there were no dumplings and the snake was rude)

Artist Statement

I didn’t go into the Australian bush to find God. I went because my hunger was louder than my ancestors, and Eden doesn’t deliver.
No dumplings. No comfort. Just vines, rocks, and the feeling that every woman before me was told to be quiet here.

This image is blurry because Eden has bad reception—and I was somewhere between healing and hallucination.

They say Eve fell.
Nah. She walked out—probably hungry. Probably tired of being blamed.

This is me before they named me shame. Before silence became a virtue.
I fasted to find myself—
or at least prove:

if there’s no food, let there be truth.

(Created during the Bundanon Artist Residency, 2024)

Title: Cosmic Takeaway

Artist Statement

I was fasting at Bundanon—waiting, asking, listening.
There were no answers. No visions. No ancestors. Just wind, trees, and hunger. For five days, I felt invisible. Nothing came.

Then, on the fifth night, I looked up—and saw them.
Several glowing forms in the sky. Blurry. Soft. Moving like steam.

Not on a plate. Not in a dream. Dumplings.
At last.

This image is their reply.
No words. No explanation. Just light, offered back.
I took the photo before they disappeared—because some gifts arrive late, and only once.

(Created during the Bundanon Artist Residency, 2024)