In Kowen forest, the trees speak in strange growling tongues, their sap pumping like blood– stars over them, birdsong all around them. When Alexandra fell, leaving her body among roots, they lifted her back into sky with their breath - Judith Nangala Crispin

Judith Nangala Crispin

In Kowen forest, the trees speak in strange growling tongues, their sap pumping like blood– stars over them, birdsong all around them. When Alexandra fell, leaving her body among roots, they lifted her back into sky with their breath

60 x 53cmSold

Smoke killed baby tiger snake on fibre paper with seeds and honey (for the stars – constellation lines drawn on with pencil) and glass plate. Exposed 32 hours in rain and bushfire smoke, then rubbed with charcoal from the burned trees. Mounted on laser-cut aluminium composite substrate and detailed with gold and silver leaf.