artist: Aukje Boonstra

SOME OF MY MUM’S MEMORIES ARE MADE OF THIS

This work is dedicated to my mother and grandmother. It represents all the things Mum used to do. The peoces joined together symbolise her fragmented mind. Here and there it does not fit anymore. But you often laugh and sing in your kitchen, Mum. You do not have a worry in the world. Good on yer Mum.

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artist: Jill Cartwright

DOMESTIC YOKE

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artist: Jill Cartwright

WASH DAY

This work is in the tradition of an "arpillera", story telling in textiles, used by the women of Chile to tell the story of the "disappeared", a protest against the repressive regime and a stimulus to social action.

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artist: Jill Cartwright

EARLIEST MEMORIES LAST LONGEST

Ochre earth of Kalgoolie, picket fences between the Swan River and Cottesloe Beach, star crowded sky, Southern Cross outside the front door. "My Mother in Silk" who made my dresses and taught me how to knit and sew, from thistle to wattle my father, the tartan ribbon that fluttered when he played the pipes in the parade. Post war Girl Guide.

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artist: Shirley Gillam

A FEW OF MY MEMORIES, SOME HAPPY SOME SAD

The flying boat to Sydney as a teenager, a tropical cruise, my dancing shoes and sewing machine from my working days; my father overseas in the army during World War 2; booties from my three children. The sixty seven bush fire which came so close. The spanner, as part of my husband’s tool kit, and flowers for my family no longer here.

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artist: Vanda Jackson

NINE SMALL CAMEOS

These flowed in when the idea was first floated to me. There are no signs of some significant parts of my life and I wondered why, and then realised that family and current friends, activities and interests, are not memories but still fill my daily living.
The nine pictures contain earliest childhood, my cot and Thomas Hardy.
Then my grandmother's chest, her biscuit barrel and Fox's glacier mints!
Followed by the oak tree in our garden at Cuffley, the distant train entering and hill side tunnel and me, sitting doing Latin homework (I can hear a voice saying, "Can't you do anything more useful?)
College days follow with pen and ink, books galore, interests in SCM and science.
There were three significant 'hills' in my life, Plough Hill to be descended and climbed every day, Snowdon and later Mount Wellington.
Number 6 Portugal Place is for my memory alone! but it is allied to the time when my headquarters were Kings College and my husband's rooms were in Gibbs building next door, where we could listen to evensong but not see the glorious glass all replaced with pitch paper in case we were bombed.
And the last two, the fen village where we lived when first married and where the Mildenhall silver was dug up by men we knew, and then the chalice which is also two heads speaking, the symbol of a great change in my life.

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artist: Shirley Johnson

BOOMERJARRYL: A Place of Flowers Where spirits Meet

It is said that every picture tells a story, and in this piece of work many stories are told side by side. Digging for the orchard uncovered tools identifying the slight rise as a pausing spot for the Py-dair-rer-me people. Research confirmed the creek , just above high tide level as the place where the Tasman Expedition found water in 1642. Added to this are our constructed stories-the house wee built, the trees planted, vehicles, fences erected and so on.
Then the memories of the peopleand activities, grandsons going to catch the school bus, croquet games, bike croquet, kite flying, falling in the creek, gathering fire wood.
Those family members living on site appear three times, visitors once.

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artist: Jennifer Line

SIXTY YEARS OF LETTERS FROM ROUND THE WORLD

Scraps from letters, from family and friends, words and phrases frequently used by those of us who travel the globe. These chosen words reflect the people who wrote them, their style, their handwriting, and the specific times when they wrote a letter to cherish.

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artist: Jennifer Line

HERE'S TO A LONG LIFE: TO THE JEANS GENERATION 1945 TO 2005

These recycled jeans celebrate their durability, constantly replaced, essentially the same, recalling memories, intersts, people and travels, for the generation who started wearing jeans after World War II.
The work traces the memories of my jeans, the first, sent from Washington by my uncle, banned from outside the home by my mother "not in those dungarees, dear", student days in Oxford, travels in Europe, Canada, USA, riding my Lambretta, the bus to Australia via Katmandu, now, again, for domestic wear.

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artist: Jennifer Line

WAGGA FOR A MUCH LOVED PLACE

A wagga is an Australian sleeping bag, made from recycled material. This wagga contains a collection of found objects collected on daily walks to the beach below my house at Otago Bay.

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artist: Phyllis Sullivan

ODYSSEY

What a wondrous thing it would be if my "treasures" could divulge their memories and journeys-what tales they would tell! Sadly, now we will never know, we can just ponder on a by-gone time, and image our own tale.

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