Karen Hall

In my time at Marathon, I became fascinated by the creek. At first glance, it seemed like a dividing line: the cultivated farmland on one side, the uncontrolled bush on the other. And yet, further attention revealed the creek as a liminal zone, a place where the traces of human and animal passages reverberated through time and space. The movement of water, the growth and decay of trees, and the flood-swept debris all showed this to be a dynamic, everchanging space, where change has been accelerated by human intervention. I seek to invoke this landscape and the worlds it contains.