My farm has always been a site of paradox for me: a place I’ve loved, a place I’ve wanted to leave, a place I’ve needed to return. Yet, there’s an enduring comfort that comes from your life playing out against a backdrop that, in many ways, seems to never change. But as I become more aware of the issues we face as a society – things like climate change, land management, urbanisation, and the ongoing impacts of colonisation – I also become more aware of the way in which my farm, which has inherited me so much privilege, both contributes to and struggles under these forces. Things do change, just with such an unhurried cadence that it’s barely noticeable, until you look. These images, part of an ongoing body of work entitled The Myths That Made Me, explore my connection to home as a place where my family history and our collective memory meets.