She consumed the earth itself. Tadpoles filled the water, like sperm. She grew out of the dirt with the new shoots. Hair made of sticks and things. The waters rose, so did she. Out of the primordial ooze. She drank in the mud. And disappeared.

A story about how I wish we consumed the world.

Made at the very beginning of the wet season in one of the first rains of the year. I always love this time when everything comes alive and green is everywhere, so bright it hurts your eyes.

Created with the assistance by my dear friend Lewellyn Moulin. I pay my respect to the Traditional Owners of Weemol/Bulman region, the Dalabon and Rembarrnga people and their ancestors, past present and emerging.