It’s not the rugged texture of you, your structure baked hard against the trunk. Firm, protective, boundaried, yet porous and also somehow held. It’s not your quiet, invitational presence, your participation in the passing of time. Your tender acceptance of the comings and going of life. Of weather, of creatures, of me. It’s not…

It’s time for a reset. Shake it out, break it down, start building again. My Brunswick Heads studio is opening very soon. A place to create, curate and connect.


SHE THE RIVER Changing depths and secret rhythms awaiting the absorption the carriage of seed and spark and soul in flow. Surface reflections of stem patterns of cosmic tides of all that is cell deep, flesh and earth and water and starlight, all pushed and pulled in her flow. by Louisa Miranda 2013

1000mm x 1000m