“The island was made in direct response. I used the diagnostic tool of Rorschach blots – something designed to extract and evaluate the dark and unconscious elements of our personality.”

I’d never seen [Haughton] Forrest’s work before until I came across it on the front of an ANZ book. I then researched a whole lot of his work.

I wanted to make a massive work so as soon as Nick Mitzevich invited me I said yes straight away and began to make the work.

The custom is often noticed in the Old Testament, and still prevails in the east, and in some of the newly discovered South Sea Islands.

Judging is a lonely job in which a man is, as near as may be, an island entire.

The mother says to her daughter: The heart is an island. To reach it, You must cross salt water. This is what the daughter fears: That joy, like sorrow, Must be reached by shipwreck, Tossed on the flotsam of tears.

No man is an island unto himself.

Life is a journey through the sea between the Islands of birth and success.

My desire was not to pass any island without taking possession, so that, one having been taken, the same may be said of all.

What a beautiful island we live on! The sky has a permanent haze.

From sorrow to sorrow love crosses its islands and establishes roots that are watered by weeping.