They say in the Middle East, that if you drink the water from the River Euphrates you will always return. Perhaps this act of embodiment forms a memory trace: a link to the past for the wistful traveller.

Here, another endangered waterway, the River Murray, has its own mythology. Despite repeated government sanctioned assaults on its majestic body since European occupation, it continues to serve as a fragile but silent marker of the boundaries between fertile and arid land as it limps its way to sea. Seen from above, the scarification and salty stains, like bruises, are evidence of vast tracts of water, now forever lost.

By way of resurrection, I have developed a series of antipodean miniatures: memorials derived from the notion of the travel altar, which accompany the traveller who has forgotten but cannot return.