Artist:Bianca Blackhall

Bianca Blackhall was born on the tray of an unregistered ute just north of any rural post office in the country. As she lay - lungs kick-starting, body barely the size of a longneck - she already knew that there would never be anything new under the sun, it’s all been before, the cattle grazier's wallet, the old dirt and new deeds surrounding her were meaningless unless written about and sung.