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Beyond the horizon
2018
Joan Baez sings
Richard Thompson’s song as we drive north -
“I never could
resist a winding road...”
Maybe just around the bend
The rainbow waiting at the end…
We’re in the grip of Wanderlust – an addiction, a feeling that whispers
in your ear and drives deep, the maker of nomads forever in the process
of moving beyond the horizon.
I’ve led a mobile life, always on the road, droving or driving - now
grey nomadding across the outback. The titles of my solo exhibitions
tell the tale: Landscapes On The Move, Journeys, More Journeys, Treks,
Wanderer…
I’ve tried to capture my excitement at the beginning of our 2018
adventure in this painting. New landscapes – will they be dry, or has it
rained? Did you see that flock of budgies, plenty of Bustards this year
– and uh-oh, look at that dust, that’s the end of the bitumen…
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