Five days in...
Saturday, five days into the new year.
Australia is hot. The heat parches the air and the earth. Plants wither and wilt, dying beneath Sol's scorching gaze.
Farmers and graziers bend to their toil, the sweat seared from their skin and the hope seared from their souls.
Wild storms rage, but offer little sustaining rain.
I bend to my task, my studio cooled slightly by a revolving fan. I have managed to complete a set of pictures for a competition before the closing date. This is a happy circumstance!
And the Arnolfini homage/parody looks on, awaiting an exhibition...