Wayne Quilliam
Floating in the darkness, sensory cohesion cascading throughout my body, micro-tremors disrupting, contorting the emotion
of loss and despair.
As a freshwater man from the mountains of Tasmania, the cultural effects related to the loss of the Reef are profound. In its purest essence, we exist on a living earth which inhales and exhales with us, has a heartbeat, and sings songs at night for those who know how to listen. The duplicity of these artworks represents the ideology humanity is fascinated by the beauty of nurture but refuses to acknowledge we are murdering the environment. These creations are a symbolic combination of true stories and mythical representations that have merged artistic conjecture with a universal need to understand the concept of the reef as a living breathing entity.
As a freshwater man from the mountains of Tasmania, the cultural effects related to the loss of the Reef are profound. In its purest essence, we exist on a living earth which inhales and exhales with us, has a heartbeat, and sings songs at night for those who know how to listen. The duplicity of these artworks represents the ideology humanity is fascinated by the beauty of nurture but refuses to acknowledge we are murdering the environment. These creations are a symbolic combination of true stories and mythical representations that have merged artistic conjecture with a universal need to understand the concept of the reef as a living breathing entity.