Brooke Wolsley

My mum once worked at a hatchery and often she would bring me home all the tiny, mutant eggs that nobody wanted. With these eggs I would add anything I could find in the kitchen including coffee, milo, milk and flour. This mixture resembled a cross between chocolate goo and the patches of vomit you see in the city on a Sunday morning, yum. My culinary creations would be placed into the freezer (the oven was to me like the evil furnace was to Kevin in Home Alone) until they were hard as rocks which then my dad would graciously ‘taste test’ for me. My love of mixing materials and creating hybrid recipes has continued through my art practice. I have always had a fascination with the body, the idea of bad taste, humour and honesty. These themes are concurrent in my work through the form of installation, painting, collage performance and music.