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Open a larger version of the following image in a popup: Helen Wright and Rachel Leary, The Fragile and the Fury , 2021

Helen Wright and Rachel Leary

The Fragile and the Fury , 2021
woodcut on Japanese rice paper, framed
143 x 89.5 cm (frame size)
BG7844
AU$ 5,500.00
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Wood splintered and crashed. All day, wood splintered and crashed. The machine pushed into the forest and wood splintered and crashed. Yellow and black, rock-hard, steel-hard, weighing over seven thousand...
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Wood splintered and crashed. All day, wood splintered and
crashed. The machine pushed into the forest and wood
splintered and crashed. Yellow and black, rock-hard, steel-hard,
weighing over seven thousand kilos, its maker’s abbreviated
name, CAT, stamped in black along its side.
The bulldozer would not doze, would not sleep languidly
in late afternoon sun. Fed on diesel, it coughed black smoke.
Wide-awake, the dozer approached the gum, stopped
before it. The man inside pulled a lever and it reversed. It
paused, idled, then began a slow creep forward, shovel held
aloft. Bark split, branches shook. The machine retreated,
charged again. The tree cracked, its roots struggled and let go,
flailed at the sky.
Revving and attacking, it went on through the day. Trees
smashed, ground trembled. A possum fell, a possum and its
baby fell. Owls’ nests fell. Pygmy possums fell. All manner of
animals fell, succumbed under the weight of fallen trees.
Tomorrow, again. The next day, again. On and on and on, they
fell. Fur fell, eyes fell, hearts fell. How many?
The next day the man climbed back up into the CAT. A
minute later it spluttered alive. The machine, Caterpillar,
crawled, slipped in old mud. The first trees of the day, dead and
down. Birds scattered, wings broke, innards spewed—nerves
spoke pain. God-made, dust-made; but made, all the same.
Home, a different word to habitat.
Habitat smash.
Habitat crash.

By Rachel Leary
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