A forest camp
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
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My name is Patrick Jones. I live and labour on Djaara peoples' country. Dja Dja Wurrung is the first language of this land. I acknowledge the six Djaara seasons and pay homage to the regenerative economies upon which Djaara living culture sits. The spirit and logic of which my household draws upon in our everyday productions and lifeways while simultaneously drawing upon our own indigenous peoples through story and the ancestral plants, animals, microbes, mushrooms and uncapitalised medicines that have also emplaced on this country. We recognise the system of racism that terra nullius continues to instil in the dominant culture, and recognise that as people of many diverse white cultures we still hold cultural blinders that our historical trauma sits within and (now) our privilege stands upon.
Here are some of my books. The bottom two can be purchased from me direct, however if you're moving to a non-monetary economy I'll post you one in exchange for a gift of your making. Please feel free to suggest an exchange by emailing me (click above 'Contact me' tab).

On Saturday a few of us adults took 12 boys on a bush adventure for Zeph's birthday. We walked for two and a half hours, stopping to make, observe or find things to collect. One of the activities they were assigned was to collectively build a shelter in ten minutes. The first peg shows the result. At the end of the walk we came across the remnants of a large forest installation I made between 2000 and 2005, where boardwalks and wallaby grass tracks led you through a series of environments subtly altered as physical or biophysical poems.





The type of sedge grass in this forest is the oldest locally living flora. Their origins predate eucalypt forests and are supposedly as ancient as the dinosaurs.Newspaper by Ourblogtemplates.com 2008
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