Taking stock. Loved bright intimate,
No longer alone.
It worries me these
delightfully twin mountains Percival and
Isobal are a dull blur. Then I see
shortest day light does that, taking Nest
up Dog Creek. Both of us need sullen scarlet
crab-apple slashes. What am I going to
think about after you get on the bus? I'm
not into watching sleety rain outside ... I
get in the pool a group of Maori bros are
in. Laughing, and it starts to snow. We're
little kids on Christmas day.
1998 acrylic on hardboard 900 x 600mm