Dismantling 'the museum', and the further excavations of my family history.

It's not your everyday Estate to deal with. Collections across many themes, and that is not
including my family's heirlooms.

All a bit overwhelming, I've often felt terribly confused, the house was like a Margaret Olley
house, and so before the shifting of anything had to be recorded with photographic journalism.

This was also the way to deal with the garden. Her sacred places and spaces, not necessarily
mine, but I got it. Family traditions also employed here, writing and documenting, photography.

Heavy responsibility, to respect what I had been left with. My three children not quite able
to grasp the significance of it all yet, being still 18 x 2 and 23.

So I make executive decisions for all of us. I know there will be some errors and regret,
because it is too hard to store or display all. So much. Both my parents collectors.

Some goods donated, aviaries to WIRES, a suitcase owned by Annette Kellerman to The
Annette Kellerman Aquatic Centre, a hand made Amish doll to an Amish family, made by
my mother.

As the pics get ordered and archived, captioned where I can, it starts to grind slowly towards
some order. Two lifetime collections of photography and associated equipment. An archive
building on my Great Aunt's creative adventures. Personally important to me as a fellow artist.

It continues, my own life on hold for a while, it's endlessly fascinating and terribly distracting.