Dr. Cheryle Yin Lo
I have lived in the Blue Mountains World Heritage area since 2001 and continue to enjoy
living close to the bush.My first year at Christmas living here was smelling the waft of bushfire smoke. My daughter was born during a bushfire. Before I moved to the Blue Mountains I also lived overseas. In countries such as Peru close by to the famous Machu Picchu , another World Heritage area and then living in Bangladesh often devastated by natural disasters. Both countries where people’s lives are so intertwined with agricultural lands and nature for their spiritual and economic livelihood.
Even after living here for so many years there is still so many amazing places to discover for magnificent bushwalks and views that leave you in awe. The recent devastating and intense bushfires in 2020 and the high impact of fires in the Blue Mountains World Heritage Area saw the disappearance of flora and fauna that has changed the landscape and the ecosystem forever.
From 2005-2011, I was fortunate to be the first Cultural Development worker with the Blue Mountains World Heritage Institute when it was established . I undertook socio- cultural research with local diverse communities using community based arts projects, bushfire storytelling workshops and exhibitions exploring World Heritage values and Connection to Country. These projects were part of my Doctorate of Cultural Research (WSU 2013) and my investigation on ‘Creative Arts as a Catalyst for Community Participation in Environmental Stewardship in the Blue Mountains World Heritage Area’. As part of these studies I went to UNESCO in Paris to undertake a Masterclass on ‘Sharing Our Heritage’ and met international delegates living in World Heritage areas.
I graduated from Sydney College of the Arts in photography and printmaking and continue to explore working in mixed media, digital art , solar plate etching and more recently nature journalling . My work for this exhibition explores the intertwining of people and the natural environment and its inseparability. Often after the events of bushfire and natural disasters there are often fragments of people’s ‘untold stories’, memories and healing. The bush also has its layers of memories of the inner life of ‘stories’ and ‘if the trees could talk’ they hear the whispers and witness the cycle of its dynamic natural cycle of recovery.
If the Trees Could Talk
BRRRR!BRRR!
Listen…
WOOOOOSH-woosh
Shh Shh! Listen…(pause)
Stillness. (pause)
Step in Move in.
Creep in. Tread slowly,
Lightly (pause).
Careful. I can hear my breath, heart quietly pounding.
Piles and layers of spindly…. dry… fragile…twigs
Scruuunch, scruunch, crack, SNAP!
Still…(pause)
LOOK UP!
Blackened , grey , charcoal trunks shaped like human bodies
come to life.
Feel the dryness, black ,chunky charcoal, shapely bumps,
Layers of crevices of secret habitats.
Slooowly, bend down. Come close.
Layers of Small, faded grey and brown spotted leaves reveal intimate lives
Delicate, white ,transluscent spider webs woven. Hidden.
Layers of shedded tree bark peels spread cover the ground.
Like life oozing from the trees.
Tread lightly.
LOOK UP!
Glimpses of sun.
Illuminate the emerging shoots of regrowth.
Small spots of red, orange and green make me smile.
Tread lightly…
MY HOME
Every Christmas.
The air changes.
Smoke in your eyes.
Your throat, dry.
Sky colour changes.
FEEL the wind
Shift and change.
Decision?
Treasured valuables?
Responsibility of children.
Helping neighbours.
Bush is a living thing.
It is my security.
It’s the land around me.
It’s my home.
I need to PROTECT the land.
Every Christmas.
I stand in the BLACK.
Tension. Heat.
I still STAY. I will STAY.
I would rather be here than anywhere else.
The bush is MY HOME.