THE LONG WAY HOME
Movement has been a constant thread woven through our family’s story.
For eight years, we have packed, unpacked, created, and begun again — always seeking ground solid enough to root into.
Each time, we thought we had found it. Each time, life asked us to keep moving.
Last April, we believed we had finally arrived. We moved into a home full of hope — dreaming it would be the sanctuary we had longed for, a place to plant deep roots, a place to grow. But from the beginning, something felt not quite right. One problem after another surfaced.
We discovered the roof leaked — likely for a long time — the damage hidden under fresh paint. Ceilings bubbled, mould spread, and still we waited for repairs that never truly came. We later found that water was seeping into the downstairs too, due to poor drainage and hidden structural issues. For months, we raised concerns and asked for answers, while quietly watching our health decline. Mould is slow and silent, chipping away at the immune system, clouding the brain, and creating not just physical symptoms, but neurological ones too.
Still, it wasn’t until much later that the truth came to light:
The home we had trusted was making us sick — its bones riddled with mould, its foundations broken.
When it was finally acknowledged as uninhabitable, it came with an eviction notice —a flurry of boxes, two truckloads of discarded belongings, and the slow, painful process of letting go of the life we thought we were building.
We lost our home. We lost so much of what we owned. And for a time, it felt as though we had lost our place in the world.
We have been moving between the homes of generous friends, lining up at rental inspections alongside dozens of others, still searching for a safe, affordable, mould-free place to land.
But even in the uncertainty, a quiet fire burns —a knowing that something new is being born. A life shaped not by circumstance, but by vision.
The dream of a travelling ART BUS — a sanctuary on wheels — has taken root in our hearts.
The Next Chapter Begins
The path ahead has shifted once again —not toward a house made of timber and stone, but toward a home on wheels. A place that is ours, no matter where the road may take us.
A MOVING STUDIO
A vessel for our stories, our creativity, and a new way of belonging to the land.
This journey carries more than just our own dreams — it is a vessel to illuminate the urgent need for policy reform and greater understanding of the hidden crisis of water-damaged buildings and mould-related illness in Australia. It also reveals how deeply the current system is failing, with vital pathways to healing still excluded from Medicare support.
The reality of Australia’s growing housing crisis and a call to create new ways of living, healing, and connecting with land and life.
Featured Artwork:
Tracks to the Heart
As we step into this new way of living, some artworks carry the deeper threads of our journey —
pieces that speak not just of loss, but of the way the spirit always finds a path home.
Tracks to the Heart is one of those pieces.
Created in a season of searching, it holds the story of ancient paths, of silent guidance, and of the unseen journeys we take to find ourselves again.
This piece is part of our current Art Sale —
a letting-go to clear the way for what’s to come.
View Tracks to the Heart ➔
Clearing the Way - Art Sale
To make way for this next chapter, we are releasing a special collection of original artworks —
pieces shaped by seasons of becoming, held by hands and heart, ready now to continue their stories elsewhere.
Each piece carries the memory of where we've been —
and the hope of what’s still to come.
For a limited time, we are offering up to 60% off original artworks
For a limited time, we are offering up to 60% off original artworks,
with an extra 10% off for our subscribers as a thank you for walking this path with us.
