Every story has its roots in something real...
For Shee-Oak, it was the landscapes of my childhood growing up on a farm near the Hay Plain. The sounds of hens clucking and roosters crowing, flocks of birds; the dry smells of the drought; the mud of the rains and sloshing along the track to the school bus; the wildness of the landscape with kangaroos, emus and snakes, goannas too. These memories lingered long after I left home and were overlaid by experience and the observations of both a just, and an unfair world.
I wanted to explore how these memories and experiences shape us, and how the places we come from leave an indelible mark on our identities. In Shee-Oak, every tree, every road, and every experience carries a story waiting to be explored.