THE WAITING (FOR THE WIND TO CHANGE)
Deep in the bush there is absolute silence. Nothing but the sound of an occassional ear twitch in the shimmering purple shadows.
Just this roo, and I, sitting at the feet of the Universe.
... And then the fires come.
As my paints swirled, I watched fire maps and apps obsessively. Fires close to loved one’s homes. Fires maybe close to mine. Politicians, oblivious, in denial. Our land burning.
This roo is, like me, ...
Waiting (for the wind to change)
10% from the sale of this painting will be donated to WIRES rescuing wildlife from the fires
'The Waiting' - acrylic ink on deep edge canvas
122 x 100cm