| Synopsis: |
"Stone Midden": Extract of transported heritage the deep-earth tap of old world fertility, heaped high over the cash crop, the lush astro-turf of the twentieth century, soil living on borrowed time, feigning health like a recently sanctified ritual. This cone of refuse stacked around a broken finger of rock, mockingly chthonic, landmark on a family property, a greying negative atrophied in recent memory. That we don't know what land it regulates, it suggests familiarity. From somewhere in the area. That despite its deep age that it might appear in any paddock, glowering over the florescent fall-away, or in high summer, emphasizing the indifference of the exposed topsoil. This last rubbishy petrification of old land, of thick scrub, of a lookout to survey the fruits of fire-stick farming. |