My attachment is my neighborhood, my house, my dog, my chickens and my yard and garden manifests my desire to find connection to where I am now in the Real, tangible, and growing, natural things.

The Aboriginal Australians have creation myths and sacred traditions tied to their landscape in complex mythologies and rituals involving song and dance. The patterns in their sacred paintings depict songlines in the dreamtime marking the journeys that their Creative Ancestors made. They are deeply tied to their land and see themselves as the stewards and caretakers. We as modern day humans are tied differently, our connection made tenuous through concrete and technology. City, urban, suburban dwelling modernistas adrift in a sea of 'connectedness'. We lack true connection to the land that sustains us, this series is about expressing and defining the rituals of a homeowner, who loves her home. I don't go on walkabout, I'm nowhere near a Native. My attachment is my neighborhood, my house, my dog, my chickens and my yard and garden manifests my desire to find connection to where I am now in the Real, tangible, and growing, natural things.

The similarity to the aboriginal paintings in that there are lines and dots. They are only sacred to me in that they tie me to this time and place. The only gods they are calling upon aren't the Great Rainbow Serpent or the Bandicoot but the ones of rhododendron and chicken. I LOVE the patterns. I will most likely translate them into surface designs for fabric etc. I am drawn to the repetition and what I see as a meditative ritual of painting dots and lines that represent my home.