My work evolves from my life experiences. Walking the length of the Bussleton Jetty on a bleak grey afternoon, I was drawn by the unfolding stories in the jetty’s surface.
They spoke of life.
The jetty is aged and weathered, bearing the scars of hard times and makeshift repairs.
There is evidence of the occasional left hand turn
and even a little blood letting.
The jetty wears all these marks with dignity and grace. A lifetime of hard experience has enriched this wonderful old structure, ensuring that an afternoon spent in its company is a deeply rewarding experience.