Rest well Michael Chamberlain, you fought hard for justice

In a strange way, Michael Chamberlain is responsible for starting my life as an artist. It’s even stranger since we never met, I never sat in his classes or heard his voice fill a room. By chance, I saw Azaria’s baby bracelet in a display cabinet at the National Library of Australia and that simple object brought home the obscene tragedy of parents being charged … Continue reading Rest well Michael Chamberlain, you fought hard for justice

Married in the car my sister was murdered in

As you know, I’ve been working on this series of collages about the death of Azaria Chamberlain at Uluru in 1980. This car collage is the last in the series. It’s a 1977 Torana Hatchback, but interestingly, the eldest son Aidan (who I depicted earlier eating a can of baked beans) was married in this car in 2008. I guess it was a way of … Continue reading Married in the car my sister was murdered in

Back tracked, collage of Aboriginal tracker

After Azaria Chamberlain was taken by a dingo, Aboriginal trackers traced dingo footprints in the sand that was carrying a large bundle. There were clear imprints of knitted clothing where a dingo had rested a large bundle.  This testimony was inadmissible as the man giving evidence spoke on behalf of his wife, but in first person, which was the local way. This collage is of … Continue reading Back tracked, collage of Aboriginal tracker

Blood and beans collage; a dingo ate my baby series

This is the sixth collage in the series, A dingo ate my baby. Lindy Chamberlain allegedly fed her eldest son a can of baked beans while she went into a tent, where her other son was sleeping, and stabbed Azaria to death and stuffed her body in a camera bag. Of course, none of this was true. A dingo had taken the baby.  This collage … Continue reading Blood and beans collage; a dingo ate my baby series