For 30 years now I have been visiting the clear-felled coupes of the Tasmanian Forestry Logging regime to maintain a silent vigil, my personal politic, in a unique and reimagined use of forest industry waste material…

Stacks are rising as ephemeral echoes, somewhere between the forest and the home. Stacks are deriving from the falling of towers, dissected and then catalogued for the passing of air and time…

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