It’s been a couple of months now, settling into my little caravan in Myocum, Northern NSW. Prior to being here, I was on a farm in Stony Chute, up near the Border Ranges. Our main road into town washed away after Cyclone Alfred. It just made sense to be a bit closer to the coast, for now.
I’ve been working in the bush, regenerating rain forests. Learning how to identify a Giant Watergum from a White Booyong, killing Devils Figs, battling leeches and ticks and scrub itch. Days spent walking around, looking at trees, and thinking. How do we really respond to our environments? What happens when we choose a path less traveled by?
All of these things, feed into my practice. My drawing line seems to be softening. Halycon days spent immersed in rolling hills, buttress roots entwined, weaving in and out of the earth. The space between objects has taken on new significance, particularly the way in which light interacts with the face of a shape, and the void. These objects are made by hand.
Friday 25th July, 2025
Jason Farrow 