..to the Ends of the Earth

In 1913 my sculptor grandmother Kathleen

sailed to New Zealand to meet her husband Con, Captain Scott

returning from the South Pole.. only learning en route that he and his companions had died

Boiling with the same blood, a century on I too washed up on that same shore

battered in the slipstream of a Peter Pan

Using installation, performance,

casts of Kathleen’s sculptures, archival assemblage, moving images & sound

I am asking

What forms are left us by our ancestors?

What are we leaving the generations still to come?

Also a Book

Installation, Assemblage, Performance

Artist’s films

featuring previously unseen archive material and

creative sound edit by Sky High Diamonds