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What happened while I wasn’t looking?

Suddenly my whole family are selling shoes.

I don’t much like shoes.

I don’t mind my feet.

They are flat and fat and hairy and strange. They keep me from falling over (most of the time) and they are a good endpoint for my legs. Unfortunately most shoes make them hurt or blister or smell.

Mine are feet for wiggling in the sand not mincing 6 inches from the ground.

My feet make it hard to understand the vocational choices around me.

But, ugly and proud up on their podium, these odd feet-shoes celebrate the gumption and nerve needed to pursue something new.

This work has been short-listed in the upcoming Togart 10 Contemporary Art Award.

Photos by Erica Lauthier

From ‘The AGE’ 16 June, 2010

This work has been short-listed in the upcoming Togart 10 Contemporary Art Award.

The exhibition will be held in Darwin for 5 weeks from early September. The venue is about to be announced.

Photos of my dream feet shoes in progress.

The soles pattern is from my birkenstocks which were the only shoes I wore until my family started on their current shoe-shop preoccupation.

This work was short-listed in the Togart 09 Contemporary Art Award.

This small scale cardboard sculpture depicts one of my most treasured experiences.

This memory combines nostalgia, a love of the emptiness of Australia and an easy, sisterly companionship.

It also involves my car.

My car, a 1964 Ford Falcon XM sedan, is a dream of chrome and stream-lining but it is old and it is slow.

In 2000, in an episode of defiance, against good sense, distance and physics, my sister and I drove this car across Australia and back to surprise our mum for her 50th birthday. As kids our family would regularly make the trek up and down the Stuart Highway. These early trips were about speed and getting to our destination. We were car bound for 15 hours a day; meals were prepacked and toilet stops timed to coincide with refuelling. My sister and I were well trained in efficient road travel.

My car was not.

The old engine and small radiator meant we motored at a gentle 50 mile /hr and, every 3 – 4 hours, the car needed to cool down. So, a couple of times a day, with a thermos of coffee and a couple of camping chairs, we waited. In the vast, red, empty space we waited like grand dames of the interior. With the bonnet popped, on the side of the road we were characters in our own Merchant Ivory production.

With a different car, the mood might have been ‘Mad Max’ or ‘Vanishing Point’ or there may have been no need to stop in the middle of nowhere at all.

Some of these photos are by Erica Lauthier.

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I have an old 1964 ford falcon XM which I love.

I don’t drive it much because it is heavy and slow and never quite recovered from being driven from Melbourne to Darwin (via Adelaide twice and the Eyre Peninsula) and back again.

For a long time I have wanted to model it in cardboard.