KARLA PRINGLE

karlapringle

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Noosa’s 👙 #templeofSatan fighting scomos with 🔥 of hell 👏

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If not now when?

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Reconsidering our relationships with Country. We live within a complex ecosystem, a delicate balance traditionally tended to by First Australians. It’s not outside - we are it. Traditional owners practice deep relations with Country: care for Country and Country cares for you. I wish Australian policy would reflect the ancient knowledge of its traditional owners, there is so much we could learn from this ancient wisdom and practices of connection with ourselves and Country. #aboriginalaustralianculture worlds oldest culture. Sending love and respect to this Country. 🖤💚

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Sending love southern friends 🖤

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Re-pair body and place. Re-pairing rhythms/instincts, falling into place. Sensorimotor (body) mark making with/in place encouraging alpha states and sensory/instinctual engagement, re-learning, re-pairing relationships and environmental rhythms/patterns. #klecksography #inkblots #rorschach #symbiocene #sensorimotordrawing

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Morning ocean sunrise to you ✨🌊🌞

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#tentspider 🕷 web masters 🙌

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Empty nesters, giant termite burl nest fallen from eucalyptus 🌳

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Time tunnel closes over. Show’s down. Thanks for the nice times @rubiconari and Melbourne 🖤

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Last day! When I was the forest there was nothing I could not love @rubiconari 12-5 💚💚💚

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The river returns me, 2019, #sensorimotordrawing showing @rubiconari until tomorrow! ⚡️⚡️⚡️🖤🖤🖤

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Our body, be/coming home, 2019. KabiKabi/GubbiGubbi Country is the land of my childhood. It’s rainforest Country bordered by mountains, rivers and ocean. In the 1880’s most of the Kabi Kabi/Gubbi Gubbi people were violently removed from the land where I now live. My ancestors also arrived here at this time. I was never made aware of my family’s involvement in this war. I never heard stories about it. It was not spoken of. There was a lot that was not spoken of. And I cannot speak for ghosts, but I can see patterns – patterns of intergenerational culture.

I grew up with violence in every form, and suppression, repression, and denial. The conquerors conquer their own. The land was powered over, owned, diminished, pillaged and controlled. My body was powered over, owned, diminished, pillaged and controlled. Frightened men fight until they die. I left, so I wouldn’t die fighting back.

Now I’ve returned. I am trying to reconcile the violence and disconnect of the past. I am trying to come to terms with the violence against the KabiKabi/GubbiGubbi, the land, and my own body. I try to understand and disable the violence and to be a witness to what has occurred, to my self and to others. So I listen. I listen to the Traditional Owners and their deep wisdom of and connection to Country, I listen to Country and its deep wisdom of and connection to people, and I listen to my body, its deep desire to be at peace within this place - to end the violence.

These drawings are made with a method of sensorimotor mark making. I use this method to connect with Country in a deeply immersive manner - to listen fully with my body. To let a conversation between my body’s sensory receptors and Country take place.

These are records of the deep reverence that can exist between bodies of land and flesh - petitions against the destruction of their unity. Love poems to Country, teaching me to come home, teaching me to become home.

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Where the waves begin, 2019, print on silk, carved, burnt and stained tenugui
With a nod to #tasseography, ritualistic marks are collated and printed on silk, hung from a carved, burnt tenugui stained with blood, holy water, weed pigment, and ink. I draw with both hands, simultaneously focusing on my pelvic area as an exercise in integration and body awareness. I’ve had to learn to walk again and my pelvis, like the land it stands on is a contested site holding trauma. As I work, untold histories unfold, silences end, alternative records emerge, and I see why I was made to believe I come from ‘no place’. Last days! @rubicon 12-5 Wednesday - Saturday 🖤🌚

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The final week of ‘When I was the first there was nothing I could not love’, 2019, outlines of internet pornography reembodied. Digital print on silk, Silky oak hanger. @rubiconari open wed-sat 12-5 ...... When I was the Forest there was nothing I could not love
Bodies, trauma, instinct, nature, affect, cycles, patterns, bacterial intelligence, love and symbiosis. I work to reconcile my complex history with my environment. These banners are love poems between body and Country. Some are intimate poems of bodies reclaiming their animism via symbiosis with nature, and larger body/land sized works using sensorimotor mark making while deeply listening to Country. I try to be receptive to my carnal relationship with my environment, our mutualism, our history, and the slow process of reconciling our union.
Karla Pringle lives and works on Kabi Kabi/ Gubbi Gubbi County and acknowledges and pays love and respect to elders past, present and emerging. #eutierria #symbiocene #solstagia #dendrophile #nemophilist #wearenaturedefendingitself

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Bridge on the way home after the storm #maroochyriver #blackswan #ninderry #kabikabicountry

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Asking the ground to hold me, 2019, outlines of internet pornography reembodied, digital print on silk, held with silky oak (Eudlo). Showing @rubiconari today 12-5. 🖤🌚🌳💚 When I was the Forest there was nothing I could not love/ Bodies, trauma, instinct, nature, affect, cycles, patterns, #bacterial intelligence, love and #symbiosis. I work to reconcile my complex history with my #environment. These banners are love poems between #body and Country. Some are intimate poems of bodies reclaiming their animism via symbiosis with nature, and larger body/land sized works using #sensorimotor mark making while deeply #listening to #Country. I try to be receptive to my carnal relationship with my environment, our #mutualism, our history, and the slow process of reconciling our union.
Karla Pringle lives and works on Kabi Kabi/ Gubbi Gubbi County and acknowledges and pays love and respect to elders past, present and emerging.

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“When one tugs at a single thing in #nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world.” #JohnMuir, outline of internet pornography reembodied, digital print on 100% silk, 2019 showing now @rubiconari until the 23rd November #eutierria #symbiocene #nemophilist #nemophilia #dendrophilia #fungi #terrasensual #ecosense #rainforest #embodiedknowledge #wildknowledge⁠

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#Inkblots; B+W- the grey, in between; bodies; #sensory #perception, all the information retrieved through our senses mostly just shelved because of the complexity. This image is made quietly, using my #body and both #hands, responding to my #environment, trying to capture the #somatic landscape, the #unseen, the #instinctual. Walking to the edge of the #forest, #listening to my #animal/carnal/instinctual. Maybe there’s stuff my animal body knows I can’t perceive? Trust the animals. Early warning signs. Waterfall of bones, this is where you will be born. 2019, giant #silk digital print of my animal body’s #drawing #painting marks. #sensorimotordrawing showing at @rubiconari until 23 November open today 12-5 💚🖤🦖🌳⚡️🤲🏿🤲🤲🏽🤲🏻🤲🏾🤲🏼🤗 #symbiocene

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‘The earth moves me’, 2019, internet pornography outlines reembodied. If you’re in town tomorrow would you visit these? 💚🌳I’m home again, (KabiKabicountry) feet on the ground, falling into place, feeling the rhythms, greeting the ground like a lover, led back into the fold. Thinking again of relationships with Country. Colonial culture’s attempt at degrading connections, to ease guilt, justify theft, own rather than love, oversee rather than have relationship with. Put behind a fence, a cage, to be disconnected from, rather than feel or acknowledge the deep being of Country. Acknowledging connection with Country acknowledges and respects the timeless and powerful connection between Country and Australia’s First People’s wisdom, and that it #alwayswasalwayswillbe 🖤💛❤️ When I was the forest there was nothing I could not love, @rubiconari 12-5 Wed-Sat until November 23

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Intense views of the northern #nsw #fires from the ✈️ 🔥 on the way home, Gondwana rainforests, subtropical, wet forests 🌳😥