My first day in London was spent installing a work to pay off my ancestors old debts.

My grandfather on my mothers side, KB, always said that we ended up living down under because of an ancestor Mr Alexander Seaton, who was banished to Australia in the 18th century with a life sentence for stealing a loaf of bread. It’s been over 200 years since Alexander stole a loaf that landed him in Australia. So on my return to London, a freedom that my ancestor was denied, I offer the produce in abundance that started this story. With my arms full of heavy sourdough and a 10 minute walk from the bakery to the Cookhouse I had an opportunity of reflection. Here I was, with proud convict blood pumping through me, walking through the gates of Chelsea Collage of Arts London. First thing is first, and perhaps with a cheeky undertone I installed my work ‘I’m glad my ancestor stole a loaf of bread‘ and Alexanders old debts are paid off.

Written by hand in dry yeast, the words Oi! Oi! Oi! come from the celebratory phrase “Aussie Aussie Aussie, Oi Oi Oi!” A chant that was born in Great Britain and warmly adopted by us Aussies and yelled loudly in times of sporting glory. Importantly “Oi!” is also an unpolite term used frequently in Australia to get someone’s attention. This work is an opportunity for the audience to take some sourdough, Alexanders shout.

The land that the work was exhibited on was formally Millbank Prison, the last place that convicts where imprisoned before embarking on their dangerous journey to Australia. This work is dedicated to Alexander, and is a symbol of gratitude for his sacrifices. As members of the audience interacted with the work I was invited by them to go to the pub and have some of Alexander’s sough dough dipped in Guinness. As I sat in the cozy London pub, I couldn’t help but feel warm and full.