sew my friends in case you didnt notice the newspaper is getting kinda brown on the front door step and it would seem i havent been home to bring it in and circle the upcoming group shows, new kids on the block and so on and so forth. so who was feeding this cat?
i was waking up on the water, slight kimberley bathtub swells lapping against my porthole. days of hauntingly untouched beauty, Aboriginal art, beachcombing for nautilus and gathering ocre. Barramundi fishing, whales breaching and calving, sunrise over stones, sunset over sea, steaming, on anchor, under a water fall, deep in a waterhole, salt, sea, green, clean, reefs, seabirds, crocodiles, rock oysters, beach bonfires. lost my tangent but yeah iv been at sea for the last 5 months did you miss me?
hmm. well i know my creative mind missed me. so much infact that i had to cut the ropes and follow my heart. it led me back to Byron and into the arms of big fat art shows.
whats next?
im working on something neuw
sew the seven seads and the oscar wilde child. - a tribute to life on anchor and the words that inspired change.
more to come my minions. i just got in on a shuttle with a bunch of writers festival big names, my luggage is still in melbourne, less that 24 hours and its back on. i think im going to have a wine and pick up where I left off.
thanks for your patience. god knows i got none.
