Rix was born on the property Knockalong in 1930, the only child of Hilda and Edgar Wright. Hilda was 46 at that time. In his childhood on the farm he was quite alone with the exception of all the trees which he gave names. He attended boarding school at Tudor House and then at Geelong Grammar. It was there that his artistic sculpting abilities surfaced as he created the two gateway sculptures that still adorn the entrance today.
He was torn between the expectations of his parents where his father wanted him to take over the Merino stud and his mother wanted him to pursue an art career. In the end he combined his love for the southern Monaro landscape and his sculpting. He managed the property and at intervals created his sculpted works of art. They included portrait busts of family and friends, up-scaled Eastern Golden Bell frogs that he dearly loved. Also full sized sculptures of shearers shearing, half sized horses and much more.
He was a passionate protector of trees as was his father, and he loved the autumn colours of exotic species. He planted trees in the local streets and on roadsides and many on the property. Together with his father they cleared country carefully so as to preserve belts of trees to shelter both the stock and grasses.
Rix later incorporated it into the development of the property with a system developed by P.A. Yeomans known as Keyline. He built dams and water-bearing earth channels to create a highly developed water security and retention scheme. When seen from above, the patterns created on the land were in themselves a form of art.
Along with his first wife Sandra & second wife Jenny, he faced good seasons and bad with extended drought periods and great losses from bush fires. He witnessed the golden era of his parents when Australia was “carried on the sheep’s back”, to today’s pressures of political & multinational interests pressuring the economics of the rural sector to the wall.
Rix wrote poetry and plays to vent his feelings and present his views. At times he would be in another world of form and colour and imagination. He was the most unselfish person I have ever known. He died in 2009 after a short illness leaving behind him many creations and fond memories.