Lucy Culliton is an Artist and Dahlia Fancier
I have a feeling Lucy Culliton was born with dirt under her fingernails. The highly acclaimed artist, keen gardener, and animal rescuer doesn’t strike me as one for the frivolity of manicures and makeup, of fashion and show – rather, she’s a woman very much of the earth, with a soft spot for dahlias.
I’ve been hearing about Lucy’s garden from my pal Daniel Shipp for around three years now. Finally, a few months back we had the opportunity to visit. It’s an incredible place, nestled into the side of a hill on the edge of a small town called Bibbenluke, about five hours south of Sydney.
Bibbenluke Lodge has been Lucy’s home for nearly a decade. It’s a gorgeous old property consisting of a pine tree lined driveway leading to a 1930s homestead and outbuildings, a big wild garden, and a few acres of paddocks. As well as housing Lucy and her partner Jamie, it is also home to what can only be described as a menagerie. I’ll get the numbers wrong, but it goes something like this: Three cows, a few horses, 40-ish sheep, a couple of goats, two pigs, two emus, a shed full of pigeons, some galahs, chickens, a magpie or two and four dogs. I’m sure I’ve only got half of the residents but you get the idea.
We visit Lucy twice – firstly in the late afternoon, and second early the next morning. It’s an enchanting place and Lucy is an incredibly relaxed, no-nonsense host. She takes us on a wander around the garden and we discuss her various horticultural enterprises. Like how she’s going to remove the English elm suckers between the road and her house and replace them with masses of rhododendrons so that “when people drive along the road and see them in flower they’ll go ‘what the fuck!?’ That’s what I want.”
She tells me how there was plenty in the garden to begin with, and how she likes to add to what’s already there. She’s learning, though, what works and what doesn’t.
When I first came here I tried anything that said cold climate on the label,” Lucy says. “They’d die, die, die. I just keep doing things like lupins and dahlias because they work.”
Bibbenluke Lodge is her first large garden, but Lucy is no stranger to plants. Before Bibbenluke she lived in Surry Hills, then Hartley in the blue mountains of NSW. Surry Hills was all about succulents – she became a member of the Succulent Society of NSW and devoted herself to painting her collection. Then came Hartley, where her focus was cactus. Again, another collection of works inspired by her plants followed. She’s painted the flowers at Bibbenluke, the weeds of the Monaro, the interiors of her house, and most recently a series of around 60 portraits of the animals under her care, called The Residents of Bibbenluke Lodge.
“I like nurturing,” Lucy tells me when I ask her what draws her to gardening. This is clear, but it’s also clear she likes hard work. When we visit her the next morning she’s already been up for a few hours, feeding the animals. She’s then off to her studio to work on her upcoming exhibition before more farm jobs in the afternoon. As well as being labour intensive, I wonder whether the garden nurtures Lucy and her art practice as much as she nurtures it.
Gardening is a mental exercise which is different to painting. It’s something that’s never finished and I never intend it to be finished. It’s hard work but it pays off – I think it just suits me.”
To say Lucy Culliton’s garden is all about dahlias would be an overstatement. It does seem, however, that they may be her latest obsession. There’s certainly a dahlia hierarchy happening – the common, self-seeders live down the bottom of the garden, sharing a bed with a wild pumpkin vine. The ‘show-ponies’ are closer to the house, planted in beds near the front door, so she can keep a close eye on them, keeping them staked and well watered.
Her attention has paid off. The Bombala Show was on a week before our arrival and Lucy’s kitchen windowsills are full of her show-pony dahlia blooms, looking a little worse for wear.
Lucy has won plenty of prizes for her art,” Jamie, her fella, tells us, “but I don’t think I’ve ever seen her happier than at the Bombala Show last week, winning prizes for her dahlias.”
Lucy’s garden is wild and abundant. It’s a space to meander through slowly – offering incredibly beautiful vignettes on both macro and micro levels. It’s also, most importantly, a window into the world of Lucy Culliton. Because, as she suggests, the garden is for no one else but her – “I only do it for myself,” she tells me. “Every gardener only ever does it for themselves.” This, actually, is where the beauty and power of gardening can be found. Gardens are expressions, not show-ponies. They only have to suit the hand that nurtures them, and if they do, well, that’s that. Nothing more needs to be said.