My world beyond the universe, creatures swimming towards this safe sanctuary so far beyond earth the eight climate a world that is safe and secure where tribal beings live in harmony.

Living amongst the natural environment in the mangroves, we fed these beautiful native monkeys wild yet so responsive to humans being in their habitat. My research expands on the life of shrimps, the ecosystem that every day is threatened and being destroyed in the careless harvest of a crazy demand worldwide of economic and commercialisation what I say both the local farmer and the Thai union the major shrimp producer in Thailand for the dollar. It is not ecologically sustainable and is harming and causing Srampant destruction through global warming.

My state of mind often takes me to a faraway place, am I living the “nightmare” or playing a part, the vulnerable woman or the gargoyle at times I think I am both, being in two states being self portrayed it is my subconscious the unknown yet the vulnerable is such a sensuous world to expereience.

Close up (man with barb spear) who’s land do we occupy? Why is the person white, why not a natural color? What do you think when you see a white motif on the banks of the Yarra River. Do you feel threatened, privileged, or you just don’t think about any of this, if not why not. Like the historic Alexandra signpost, whose past are we protecting?

Mac Robertson bridge, underpass start of the Capital city trail. Walking with a spear. Is this a white man, or a motif for directions? Who’s land do we walk on ?

Under the cover of darkness, early morning 2 April 7.04 am.

Down under Mac Rob bridge, Good Friday so peaceful, no cars, no noise, such a beautiful setting.

An old historic sign, so great council has not removed from footpath

Night time COVID lock down, no cars, amazing