Melomy's September residency

For a week in September Canaipa Mudlines artists inhabited the marshy and shimmering forest of Melody’s wetlands. The residency gave us the opportunity to explore not only the central clearing areas, but to get to know the low water, the strange “dead zones”, those shallow basins that possible are too salty for even grasses to grow, the denser forests, the filling pools after rain, the implied pathways that form the forest entry and became increasingly familiar over the week … The culmination of the week was an open day and picnic. We had a wonderful turnout; new friendships were forged, and rich and joyful conversation flowed.

July 2018

In July this year we made the first of many returns to Melody’s wetlands. Over the following months we would discover the strange tidal habits of this watery, peat-ish forest, edged by mangroves, spaced by unexpected soft green lawns, long grass regrowth, and the burnt and dry remains of the - mostly - casuarinas that did not regrow after the fires over one year ago. Beyond the clearing, which you reach through considerable ducking and weaving into the forest, are the larger eucalypts, paperbarks and palms. The water seeps into the ground but the tide is not always obvious. During the residency, two months later, we noted that over a whole week, we had not seen the water fill the shallow basin even once. This made no sense. Then overnight, it rained, and the next day, it was full! Everything had changed. Barren peaty pits were now shallow pools, deeper hollows became vats and pools. t turns out, the water only becomes evident after rain and on a king tide. Even then, you can walk to the mangroves opposite, fifty metres or so away, and never have the water reach above your calves! Melody adventures continue over the next few months.

April 3 - 6 mini residency, Turtle Swamp

Sandy Beach, November 15, 2017

Return to Sandy beach, first excursion since the residency. Tide on the ebb. Facing south-east, down towards the southern end of north stradbroke island, across to Cobby Cobby, the first of a puzzle of small uninhabited islands wedged between Jacobs Well on the mainland, and north and south Stradbroke islands. 

September 2017 residency

Canaipa Mudlines September Residency gave participating artists the opportunity to work for an extended period within the forest of the Turtle Swam Wetlands on Canaipa Island. The six days on the island meant that artists unfamiliar with the place were able to spend time connecting and developing a feeling for the place before initiating the work. It was an enriching and rewarding week of making, conversing, sharing and appreciating, that left behind a brilliant trail of works from the eleven artists, documented here. Apart from the long, timeless days in the forest, working on site, highlights of the week included the artists' dinner and talks on the Wednesday night, and the end of residency party on Saturday. Also memorable was the weaving circle on Thursday at the residency house, and the Sunday open day in the forest. Such beautiful conversations, and openings forged, between people, and between people and the forest through art. 

artists involved:

Tricia Dobson. Leah King-Smith; Duncan King-Smith; Virginia Jones; Mark Weiss; Julie Menzies; Kane Oakenfull; Christina Bakker; Jennifer Stuerzl; Kaia King-Smith;  Sharon Jewell; Carol Schwarzman. 

Many thanks to Lines int he Sand for providing the residency house and transport assistance.


the images here are given in order of the trail through the forest, seen in the map above. 

Minjerribah, May 27, 2017

Minjerribah is that long, tapering protector of South Moreton Bay, the big island along which Canaipa nestles, and elongates toward the southern tip. There, the two islands end simultaneously, and a new, broad passage opens up, with South Stradbroke Island forming the other edge of this open corridor to the ocean. From Canaipa Island, we look upon Minjerribah's sheer western side, where the beaches are narrow, kept brief by tidal currents. Further north, where the bay broadens, Minjerribah's western beaches widen: Blakesley's beach, where a series of tidal wetlands break up the land, just in from the shore, then Adam's Beach, then Dunwich. On Saturday, Delvene Cockatoo-Collins welcomed nine of us to country, at Adam's Beach. We were invited to explore the beach in the spirit of respectful inquiry. In the afternoon, Delvene took us to Brown Lake. This is what Sonja Carmichael, a traditional woman and a weaver, of Mijerribah, said about this place:

"Our Jandai language word for Brown Lake is Bummiera.  For the Quandamooka people Bummiera is a place of traditional culture and learning.... and ... a sacred womens site. Tracks lead to Bummiera from Goompi, One Mile and Myora, through areas of beautiful wild flowers. As mentioned around the late 1990s  came the protection of Bummiera which was under threat from recreational and other activities.  Redland Shire Council banned motorised sports from Bummiera." 


Ngudooroo (Lamb) Island

Mudlines made its first expedition off Canaipa Island to neighbouring Ngudooroo, on Monday April 24. Many thanks to Anne Chamberlain for hosting this visit. We felt so very welcome. Ngudooroo is much smaller than Canaipa, around 2km from the arrival jetty to the north end. At this end of the island, the island drops to the rocky shore by steep paths and Concave ochre cliffs.  Arriving just after high tide, we saw the rush of water peel away from a mangrove lined peninsula by which it was possible to walk out to sea, toward Minjerriba, always within sight of these island. We were many today: Anne Chamberlain, Tricia Dobson, Delvene Cockatoo-Collins, Pat Zuber, Sharon Jewell, Julie Menzies, Sue Poggioli, Sue Christie, Jo Kaspari, Jennifer Stuerzl, Jenny Sanzaro.

Rocky Point, April 20, 2017

With a strong South Easterly stirring up the island elsewhere, we nestled in at Rocky Point cove, where the western facing aspect gave us relative calm. It was here, almost one year ago, that we came across the beautiful clay that thickened below a surface of grey-brown mud and sand. Close to the oxide and ochre banks, this white body appeared in small mounds, erupting forth in porcelain white. Parting the grey skin and reaching down we revealed the soft, firm, pliable matter of the earth's body, not only white, but pink and yellow, black and red. So we borrowed this wonderful substance for the morning, digging eagerly into the rocky low tide squelch. 

Today's Mudlines was Tricia Dobson, Virginia Jones, Julie Menzies, Delvene Cockatoo-Collins, Jo Dickson, and Sharon Jewell. It is now almost one year since our first Mudlines. What a year of discovery it has been. The island expands each time we enter a conversation with it.

Regrowth, March 11, 2017

Returning for the third time to the burnt forest - the one where the tree fell, where the tide oozes underground and fattens out the 'peat-bog ' to squelch under foot; where mangroves bind the shore and sea birds honk and grunt across the still air - we encountered the luminescent green of regrowth, further from the shore. Walking to the site we noted dense tracts of fern, bracken and fishbone. We all worked close to the ground. Oxides, ash, small leaves and grasses, feathers and mud brought our hands into and lightly across the earth.

Burnt lands, January 24, 26 2017

We returned several weeks later to the burnt lands around Melody's Wetlands and in some places, the peat was still smouldering. This time we ranged the scrub down on the tidal edge way south. The colours were all blacks, ochres, oxides, and the pristine talc-white of soft ash, in long ruled lines, where trees had fallen and burnt. Below the surface, clay mixed with sand and held an alarming volume of water in some places. Beyond the muddy shore with its pats of drying algae, you could see across to unnamed mangrove shores, and beyond that, the unlikely noise of water traffic. 

At one moment we stood alert and watchful like meerkats as we heard the crunch and crackle of a tree ripping away from its hold on the ground. It crashed somewhere close by and we all convened from our separate working places to do a head count. We were making our fragile offerings in a forest of falling trees!

Burnt lands, December 29, 2016

Around the middle of December fires broke out on the south end and rapidly spread to burn 150 hectares of the island. Rural fire brigades and helicopters were unanimously praised for the work they did. As one person quipped, when asked whether the blazes were contained: "Of course, it is an island!" Containment is inevitable. The edge is the measure of all things.

Later that month, I sent this email out to our Mudliners:

As you probably know, Canaipa Island has recently experienced a wild and hungry period of fires, that spread through the southern part of the island toward the end of last week. In some places, the ground is still smouldering, and the ash is still fresh and aromatic...I have taken my bike around these charred tracts of the landscape, and could not help but be awed by the strange, savage beauty, where all difference in the land is reduced to blackness, and vegetation, like something from a Peter Booth painting, jabs up from the ground like curved sabres. And now, already, the open throats of banksia pods, having coughed up their seeds, gape golden against this blackness. We rode our bikes down to the water's edge on the far southern end, where the fire stopped, so this charred bushland meets the mangrove shore, which is a sight to behold!

Turtle Swamp Wetlands, September 2016

A large group gathered in the wetlands this time. Tricia Dobson, Anna Heggie, Wendy Jewell, Virginia Jones, Sholto Jones, Kane Oakenfell, Genine Larin, Ursula Larin and Sharon Jewell. We all shared a lunch together after working for the morning and it brought to mind all those wonderful Lines in the Sand residencies on North Stradbroke Island over the past five years. 

Find here the link to Genine's amazing ant film

Turtle Swamp Wetlands, August 23, 2016

Turtle Swamp Wetlands occupy a vast area in the central eastern side of the island. A range of eucalyptus species, large groves of casuarinas, and lower lying club rush, twigrush, saw sedge and Bungwalpl fern. Walking tracks thread through this area in an almost maze like web. 

The wetlands back onto the transfer station and a number of dirt tracks give unfortunate vehicle access, so that it is not unusual to find dumps of refuse here and there. Sometimes this presents an almost surreal apparition, as with the lawn mower found on a wide walking track on this occasion. You can see what was done with it in the image below. 

Rocky Point, June 16, 2016

Looking South West from Rocky Point you can see the other Rocky Point, extending from Jacob's Well. There is a history of sugar cane and prawn farming, that may be seeing its final days. The two Rocky Points are joined by electric cables and the towers leap across the shallow bay like giants. Rocky Point, where we installed ourselves for the morning, is also overseen by one such tower, but, we were looking close at the ground, the lush, kaolin rich clay with its seams of oxides and ochres. The shallow cliffs giving onto mangroves are of the same material, and therefore constantly being undermined, leaving bracing roots and shadowy undercuts.

Sandy Beach, July 19 2016

Sandy Beach, at the southern end of the island, looks south-eastward, down the wide passage between North Stradbroke Island (Minjerriba) and Cobby Cobby Island. The passage veers further east, past Short and Crusoe Islands, then the passage widens further and the chop and current of Jumpinpin is acutely felt. South Stradbroke Island is just over there, to the right, the south. Sandy Beach has some of the rare white soft sand to be found on the island. The tide goes out a long way and is shallow when in, and swamps most of the shore, as it did on this beautiful day...

South Eastern Littoral, May 19, 2016

Our first Mudlines exploration was on May 19, 2016. This mangrove rimmed tidal zone stretches out from the south eastern end of Canaipa, and, if you cast your gaze through the tangle of mangrove branches, stepping lightly to avoid the air roots, you can see Minjerriba's south end not far away. The large expanse is covered in a tidal grass of dry appearance. Closer to the shore, you can see the dried, calcified carapaces of little crabs, clinging to the fine tips of grass blades. Toward the land side, a pinkish glow mists around the yellow-green grass, and this turns out to be an abundant small leaf succulent of the littoral. Washed up and broken on the inside of the mangrove line, an old wooden boat was decomposing, and in another location, south of this, a car was doing the same thing, though with less ease, and inspiring less sympathy. Between them however, they expressed the essential between-ness of the littoral. Encrusted bottles and tarnished cans, also, were living their own lives of change in the salty environment, and as we shifted things about into patterns and lines, the idea of the anthropocene was everywhere in evidence.