These pippis were collected on Peel Island and cooked on our barbecue with chilli and salt and pepper and some butter and they were fine.
Make sure they all open.
Waking up in a strange room...
I woke up and realised I was somewhere new. I lay there considering where I was for a while, admiring the paintwork.
6.17am
6.19am
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6.41am
The eyes...
...follow one around the room. The effect is not that difficult to achieve and is one of the first things I was taught at art college along with where the student union was and to never expect to see stuff returned when loaned.
Ink on newsprint with silver pins.
Drip dry...
The washing was dry in 30 minutes. I had forgotten the finer advantages of this type of climate.
A bit flowery...
But still a nice way of putting it.
Always read comments sections.
Long, wide verandah...
The verandah I’ve been working on is long and wide. I reckon it’s a 7-barbecue verandah (evenly spaced). I have to allow for the table and lots of plants in pots. Maybe six barbecues. Not the enormous barbecues, the medium ones. A beautiful gum tree is Kardashian Orange in the afternoon light and I’ve seen a bright green tree snake in the branches before. At six o’clock mosquitoes use the verandah and we go inside.
Low on ink and anti-venom...
On the verandah it looks like rain but I doubt it. I’ve run out of ink and I wanted to do some more trees and maybe a bit more of the verandah. I’m prepared because I have an oil pencil or two with me. Someone told me not to stray too far from the house in flip flops because of the snakes.
The last drawing of 2018...
Ink on paper circa pre-2019.
A few of my favourite things can now be yours...
At the local tip, I was given insight into the hidden sophistication of the community in which I’m living. Fine paintings and opera records littered the site. Actually, someone has decided that these things belong in the tip, delivered them and chucked them into a metal skip. But then, an employee of the council has chosen them to be rescued and has salvaged them by placing them on a table beneath a sign saying ‘treasure’. That’s a powerful position to hold.
I’d like to think that stuff I considered worthless was reclassified by someone behind my back and placed on the treasure table, to be reinstated into our cluttered society.
Photography forbidden…
The wedding was magnificent. It’s not easy wearing white suits in this heat.
No iron, no starch.