Amy Cuneo

Football for better or worse, has been woven into the fabric of what it means to be Australian. It may be rude to ask someone what their belief system is but it is still acceptable to ask which team they support.

Growing up in a small rural town, as the child of the local Minister, football and religion were both held high. Weekends were full of large gatherings of people united around supporting something they loved. Lounge rooms were adorned with ugg boots and chips, drinks getting spilled in the uproar.


These paintings developed entirely from memory pay homage to the better parts of a community while continuing a gender dialogue asking: How do we continue to make room for women to not just cheer but be cheered?