Jazz Money, garrandarang, 2021, single channel digital animation, duration: 8 min, edition 6 + 2AP, TCG022845

you will tell of what is missing we will tell of what remains you will speak of wantings and we will find you wanting those eyes are seeing only what can be extracted sold used burned fenced razed mourned proclaimed lost there is a river flowing above our heads rising from the leaf the branch the tree the bush breathing out to form all this world's breath do spirits move across these airborne tides do they move to those trees afar across seas along trade winds along trade routes sold on paper milled to spread seed to mill more paper to tear up turn out those felled transported all that destruction writ and dispersed do our kin planted elsewhere miss the soil of their home yearn for the languages of the land do they sing out missing the touch of ceremony are they welcomed by the ancestors of that new home there is a river flowing above our heads water moving backwards through our skies breathed out by all this all this all this loving green on currents flowing our water our hopes in the air beneath our feet we’re breathing green water we’re finding our kin you say gone we say forever we will rise from the smoking earth