2016   130 x 125 cms

Maybe it was revisiting Camus’s, Last Man, that got me imaging Sisyphus. The Closing The Gap mantra provided the metaphor for the hero’s ceaseless rock-rolling to a mountaintop where it falls back on its own weight. I searched suitably scaled and colored rocks for Lachlan Webb to pitch his entire being against. As with all myths, new life needs to be breathed into them. Despite the persistent efforts to redress indigenous suffering none of us must submit to the Rock’s invincibility. Freeze-framing Sisyphus’s labour might enable contemplation of his torment. The struggle to ‘heights’ IS enough to fill our hearts, each atom of stone, each mineral flake of the night-filled mountain, forms a world.