A few stolen moments

walking along the coastal scrub in the dark with Peter

We remember the false teeth, glasses and his sightless eyes rolled back staring into the sun.

We walked these tracks when we were puppies. Now as grizzled hounds we retrace our steps. What's changed and what remains the same evaporates and the future is uncertain beyond the dim outline of what lies a few steps ahead. Thats' OK. It is exactly as it should be. We are in the moment. right now. NOW.

Back to the book

With all the moving from place to place. On each occasion filtering out the rubbish from the stuff.

I keep on coming back to the drawing books. studios, canvas, solvents, thinners, easels and the rest are stripped away by mobility and what remains is the blank page, watercolor set and a brush.

I have been working!

is it finished-afternoon calm.
She visits daily and squeaks until I feed her.
Night Mullet. Surfacing once before retiring to the deep until the day has passed.
The occupational risk of working outside and trying to capture the cold front coming across Storm Bay...it gets too wet to work.
Self portrait-perched on the rocks that are piled like prehistoric eggs above the plain. The afternoon storms trail their skirts like a dignified dowagers in procession.
The Sea Dragon-washed up by the premier storm of winter. Kept in the freezer next to the ice cream until I get around to painting it in the book
Ok Ok five months is a bit of a pause; but I have been working in the book-my interminable letter to the future.

About 600 meters from where I write I took this picture. Fishing for flathead. being kept company by the birds.

small development in the midst to house moving

The delay in production was because we had to move house...(well I had to move house; mostly by my self and I had flu) Excuses aside this is an example of how I think the various factions can be presented. Family portraits of the group;.
I gave this one to a vary nice lady who shared a little of her vast knowledge with me; including some books that I lost, found and then lost again during the move. I was reduced to asking Wendy where they were and she had cunningly hidden the missing books on the bookshelf.
This weekend is setting up Nubeena studio number 2; so posts should be a little more common now.

A clip of the work in progress

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I think they are on to me

The project of recreating a the small community I am among in effigies of painted rocks is developing some momentum. I find myself more and more reminded of individuals by the rocks.

This afternoon a local wandered by and asked what I was doing. He began to look at the pile of eyes staring at him and agreed that one I held up looked like someone he knew.

It was late in the brief afternoon when the sunlight is low and sallow.

Lately I have begun to decompose the features into individual eyes, nose, ears and mouths.

They will act as pieces in a board game.

Perhaps made available in a little canvas bag that can have instruction on the outside.