How shall we love before we have lost everything? This question was posed to me (and the world) some twenty years ago by the American artist and poet M. C. Richards while she was staying at my house in Tasmania. After a day of wilderness walking, she wrote this profound phrase into her poem ‘A Westerner Visits Australia’ as a wake-up call to all of us to find a way to love Nature as deeply as if ‘She’ were an embodied, human lover.
In today’s world of global warming and resource depletion, it is a question that quietly haunts and continues to critically inform the direction of my art. To be an ...
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