A map of the Hawkesbury River and its catchment has been superimposed over ceramic bones. The river is a metaphor for blood vessels and arteries.
In making this work I was concerned with ideas about loss and connection to place of the First Nation People of Australia.
”I was thinking… no history written for us when white Europeans start here, only a few words written. Should be more than that.”
Bill Neidjie – from his book Kakadu Man
There’s history here embedded in these sheer rock walls and in these fallen stones and in this sediment.
Mangroves breathe uneasy silt.
Sit quietly by the river a while and you can feel it.
Darkinjung Wannungine Eora Guringai 
The story sits in the pores of the land dreaming its ancestors.
Here is the distraught underbelly of the river. This is where Deerubbin  fails to hold back her shudder of sediment – as if the undertow was too great the undercurrent too strong.
Sit quietly by the river a while and you can feel it:
in the dark Deerubbin whispers her secrets
relinquishing her cold bones as hard evidence. Expert eye witness.
 Aboriginal tribes from the Hawkesbury region and Greater Sydney Basin.  Deerubbin is the Aboriginal name for what is now known as the Hawkesbury River – one of the first places to witness conflict between the Aboriginal custodians and the First Fleet. Deerubbin meets the sea at Broken Bay, just north of Sydney.