Lover, Mother, Fibre Artist and Flowmad

After growing up as the youngest of seven children in the fundamentalist cult of mormonism, life was never going to be ordinary was it.  I got out as soon as I could and hitchhiked and back packed around Europe for a year at 18, happening to be in Berlin when the wall came down. 

Then back home I gave it a go to be a part of and observe, as many different minority groups and belief systems as a white woman could.  I learnt about paradox and projection, and how the most important thing I could pursue, was being my deep down self and telling my truth. 

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Conceived my first daughter at the age of 21 whilst selling Life Insurance on the North Shore in Sydney, and birthed her in Katoomba of the Blue Mountains as a single mother.  Which was an opening into whole other worlds, of goddess worship, feminism, attachment parenting, bisexuality and then lesbianism. 

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At 28 I decided it was time to start fresh, moved to South Australia and met the love of my life and 'strong hairy man' Currawong, on a trip back to the Mountains.  We courted for two years, our biggest commitment to each other being complete honesty, and then spent our thirties conceiving and birthing seven babies,  in deep love and lust. 

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At 30 I got my first spinning wheel from my mother, who also got hers at 30, and a brand new obsession was born.  And not long after that, we also birthed the second farmers market in Australia, in Macclesfield, S.A, which was an explosion of community and creativity.   We traveled twice around the country with our growing family, learning to live in our Toyota Commuter, and visiting many famous markets and festivals along the way.  We called ourselves Flowmads - Nomads that go with the flow.

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At 40 we decided to move to the Northern Rivers area of N.S.W, and fell in love with Nimbin, being asked to run it's monthly market and getting deeply involved with the local farmers markets and festivals and communities.  It was the most local, organic, sustainable and off the grid we'd ever lived, and all was going swimmingly, till one of our children got Acute Lymphoblastic Leukaemia in 2016, and we moved to the middle of the city in Brisbane,  and embarked on nearly three years of chemotherapy.

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This time was a massive test of every form of mindfulness and meditation I'd ever learnt about in the textile world, and also of my strong belief in the law of the equal and opposite reaction.  So the people and places and ideas that showed up in this traumatic time, were equally epic and amazing.  I found myself making huge sculptures and creating textile representations of Birth, Sex, and Death.  And got involved in a community run gallery and had my first ever solo exhibition. 

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And more recently we've moved to acreage on the outskirts of Brisbane, and are living as sustainably as possible, while searching for community further out. 

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This was our family in 2016,  just before leukaemia hit

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