Susan Forster
I see my practice as a form of archaeology, uncovering a hidden narrative. Memories rise to the surface while I work. Corrugated cardboard evokes furrowed fields and the rusty corrugated iron buildings of an Australian childhood. Screens elicit the rattan side of my cot, and the battered fly screens of Australian sheep country. These personal recollections inform my choice of materials, making each piece an artifact shaped by the past, though not explicitly about it. My pieces are without inherent meaning, though meaning is often ascribed to them. I prefer to think of them simply as “presence”.
