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So nice to get back to my old friends again. All that spinefex out in the desert and I didn't bring any back. Could have made a different sort of brush or done some weaving. The indigenous baskets and string were so inspirational. But most of all I loved the grass shining and moving in the sun like golden threads (but dangerously spikey to touch on kneel on,it took me ages to get rid of the spikes in my trousers.) Must try to catch the memory of it in some drawings- the grass not the trousers.
My old home-made brushes are so useful in making marks in a very loose and slightly unpredictable way - I just love them..
Here's a close up of my friends. One of them, from a pandanus palm, was made for me by a student at Griffith University as part of the "Investigative Drawing" elective I was doing with them a few years ago. The other I've made here at home from the garden. I suppose you're wondering how on earth I can get any work done on a desk as cluttered as this.Although it may not look like it, it's quite organised chaos and I'm much more comfortable with it than a tidy work place.
