Lakun lens Teatowel

A$32.00

When I listen quietly I can hear the beat of my heart, I close my eyes,I imagine the blood rushing through my veins, keeping me alive. I am reminded that the Murrundi (river), Ruwe (land) and connection to Country also sustains me, keeping me alive.

Everything must remain in balance to flourish. My Miwi (spirit) is connected to these lands. They are in all I see and feel, woven so lightly together, the knowledge, understanding and wisdom is flowing like our waterways, sometimes fast, sometimes a slow trickle but the connection is never broken.

Lakun (weaving) is my way of seeing it and my knowing, shared with me by my elders.

50 x 65cm

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When I listen quietly I can hear the beat of my heart, I close my eyes,I imagine the blood rushing through my veins, keeping me alive. I am reminded that the Murrundi (river), Ruwe (land) and connection to Country also sustains me, keeping me alive.

Everything must remain in balance to flourish. My Miwi (spirit) is connected to these lands. They are in all I see and feel, woven so lightly together, the knowledge, understanding and wisdom is flowing like our waterways, sometimes fast, sometimes a slow trickle but the connection is never broken.

Lakun (weaving) is my way of seeing it and my knowing, shared with me by my elders.

50 x 65cm

When I listen quietly I can hear the beat of my heart, I close my eyes,I imagine the blood rushing through my veins, keeping me alive. I am reminded that the Murrundi (river), Ruwe (land) and connection to Country also sustains me, keeping me alive.

Everything must remain in balance to flourish. My Miwi (spirit) is connected to these lands. They are in all I see and feel, woven so lightly together, the knowledge, understanding and wisdom is flowing like our waterways, sometimes fast, sometimes a slow trickle but the connection is never broken.

Lakun (weaving) is my way of seeing it and my knowing, shared with me by my elders.

50 x 65cm