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The power of my weaving held gently in my hand as I sat across from Ngarrindjeri Master weaver Aunty Ellen Trevorrow. To hold the rushes that she had collected from Country and be guided by her soft and gentle voice, her eyes watching my movements and the form of my stitches. A brief moment on unity and a lasting imprint sitting side by side with my elder - her praise meaning more than I have words for.
Acrylic on Canvas 76cm x 76cm
The power of my weaving held gently in my hand as I sat across from Ngarrindjeri Master weaver Aunty Ellen Trevorrow. To hold the rushes that she had collected from Country and be guided by her soft and gentle voice, her eyes watching my movements and the form of my stitches. A brief moment on unity and a lasting imprint sitting side by side with my elder - her praise meaning more than I have words for.
Acrylic on Canvas 76cm x 76cm