The Sculpture Garden at Salamanca Art Center was the venue for My Eyes Are Crying Not Me. 2002. ip chip chip chip chip chip – message on the handmade pure hemp fibre paper bag that hangs over Cloe’s shoulder, it contains a handful of wood chip. She has Man Ray eyes and her bikini is my Sarving African design from 1996. Her handmade pure hemp paper headband is printed with a filmstrip of a field full of huge stumps of giant trees that had been removed to support better grazing facilities for the hard footed beasts that were brought there. The message across Cloe’s stomach is a quote from Lacan , Mais mon, je suis dans le tableau Loosely translated – but I, I am in the picture. Maybe my eyes are crying because in that sense I am so much a part of that which is so evil/misguided in this world.

Loosely translated the message across Cloe’s tummy tells you that you are making the picture (But I, I am in the picture). Cloe is wearing a headband of hemp paper depicting scenes of a grazing paddock in marginal land dotted with the stumps of ancient forest giants. her sunglasses have eyes attached that are borrowed from the Man Ray photograph “Larmes (glass tears)” 1930-33. Cloe’s bikini is transparent, yes, but in a metaphorical sense. The Starving African design was inspired by the World Bank. Cleo’s handbag is plastered with a message “…..chip, chip, chip…”. There is something sinister about the amount of prime hardwood forest that goes to the chipmill to make pulp for Japanese papers. The Log Truck print ia a random shot of one of the thousands that pass through Maquarie St each year. All these images are linked in some way.

There was also the shoulder bag which was hand sewn from heavy thickness artist made hemp paper. The bag contained a surprise as well as some wood chips.