Posted on June 11, 2014
This painting is an expression of the time I spent living in Carnarvon. I hung the canvas on the wall and would come home and put something on the canvas and walk away. Coming back days or years later to add something else until the painting said it was finished. These paintings become a mysterious story that constantly changed as the layers appeared. For example the text was from a scratchy I brought one afternoon in Carnarvon and the words became an amazing poem that just had to go on the painting.