Drawing and photography are central to my practice. Both make pressing - if sometimes fictitious - claims to the capture of lost moments.


Various Possums in the garden and a pair of shoes

I thought yesterday might be Dog's last day on earth. We sat for a long time quietly in the garden, she in variations of a single position, me with my new small Moleskine sketchbook. Drawing this way, from observation – from life – is a very grounding thing. The concentration on something outside of oneself – focussed, but at the same time suspended, not straining – is a kind of existential yoga, and a darn sight less tiring than Ashtanga and Bikram yoga. Today, for the first time, Possum has really perked up and shown a little interest in food and in doing a bit more than just lying down, so fingers crossed.
Brush markers in small Moleskine sketchbook.

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