All contributing artists would like to begin by acknowledging the Gweagal people of the Tharawal
Clan, Traditional Custodians of the land on which we gather on the day of the exhibition, and pay
our respects to their Elders past, present and future.
They say a mouth, slightly open, is seductive.
My mouth is always open.
I can’t avoid it, I’m embarrassed.
I’d like to believe I am seductive, but then the sea visits and it is not sensual.
Every time the tide visits we battle.
Through my open mouth flooding my lungs.
Enveloping me with a suffocating breath.
Taking with it little pieces of me.
Maybe I give too much...
We used to spend time together, you and I.We sat in silence and watched the sea lay calm and low.
You could start a fire inside me, making shadows dance across my skin.
Not so frequently anymore.
Now it is just me and my tussle with the tide.
It shapes and carves me.
Taking away who I was.
Making me what I am to be.
Reassuring and inescapable.
I will stand the test.
You can come back now.
I wait, I’m not going anywhere.
Julia Goodman/ Gabriele Edlbauer,
Curated by Sea’mus Heidenreich
Text: Kieran Mcgrath and Sea’mus Heidenreich