My body of work demonstrates my mother’s horse, Marley, along with the ghosts of brumbies in a landscape of Kosciuszko National Park and the Snowy Mountains. As a young girl, my mother started riding near the Palace of Versailles, France. She stopped riding until last year when she finally came across a horse last year, and since is having a marvellous time with Marley.

Marley is a brumby. The aerial culling has taken place in Kosciuszko National Park since the beginning of the year, slowly decreasing the population of the brumbies to near extinction. The inhuman culling of those horses was that they viewed the brumbies as pests, overgrazing cattle pastures, drinking and fouling water supply. Many bodies of the dead brumbies were scattered far wide in the park and the mountains. This sight causes emotional trauma to the visitors, along with the rotting smell of flesh, who request to put a stop to the shooting.

I find this extremely devastating. The free-roaming brumbies have lived in the mountains for 180 years, and they are the unique equine and symbolize the spirit of freedom. All that can remain of those beautiful creatures are their ghosts. Marley is a part of the wild horses and a proud creature of Australia’s Kosciuszko National Park and the Snowy Mountains. He is my mother’s loving companion.