Alison Clouston

Two lands / Ossature

24 February – 16 March 2025

These drawings are inspired by my walks and findings in two lands – the high country huts of Aoteoroa, and the bones of wildlife found on Gundungurra country around my studio in Australia.

I have sculpted kangaroo bones into a city of model buildings. Each bodily member has an architectural counterpart – a vertebrate ridgeboard, femurs as columns, the humerus a jackstud, metatarsals for studs, a rafter a rib. Thus “Ossature”, the old word denoting the structural members of a body or a building. The ongoing sculptures became the impetus for these drawings, as I think about the indivisibility of nature and culture.

If our bodies are the houses of the self or the soul, then there are many darkened rooms, floors that might be ceilings, stairs that lead us astray.

The huts of Aoteoroa, once the haunt of musterers and Government deerstalkers, are now used by trampers and ecologists and private hunters after feral animals. The kangaroo, at once revered animal, totem to many moieties among Indigenous Australian cultures, on the National coat of arms of Australia, is yet hunted and shot by farmers as a pest, sold as pet food.

Just 5% of all known living animal species are vertebrates, animals with backbones. We mammals are a tiny group of species within this number. Yet humans and our livestock now comprise 96% of the biomass of all mammalian life on Earth. Think about it –  that leaves only about 4% for all the other mammals together, the kangaroos, the numbats and wombats, the bats, the elephants, the whales and seals. Many of these are threatened with extinction.

As I handle and draw these bones, I’m struck how alike we mammalian vertebrates all are. How did we come to this human exploitation of the rest of the animal world? How are we to end the extinction crisis? We must remember, as our ancestors did, that we are kin. And we share more than genes; all mammals lovingly suckle their young, enjoy the company of family and friends, experience hope, grief, desire, pain and pleasure. I’m thinking off us all as I make my drawings.

Alison Clouston, February 2025