I loved the childlike sense of scale in Mexico City - the gods with their immensity and larger than life animalística. Thick, strong women curled up with mere humans barely reaching foot high, they took up space. They walked naked and unafraid. Part stone, part temple, worshipped and enamoured. Respected. Why would a woman apologize for who she is? Why would she starve herself or starve her satiation? Why would she smother her sensuality? Or subdue her sexuality? These are her magic powers. She is immense. 

In connection with the murals I've created at the National Museum of Australia for their exhibition titled "Riding the Olympic Wave; Breakthrough Sports", I'll be running school holiday programs at the National Museum of Australia during the July mid semester break.