The African Queen
I really wanted the edge of the surf.
Today's southerly isn't only cold. It's
miserable.
But LOOK. There's a band with bongos, a
guitar and drums. Practising. There's a
bit of packing case washed up, where it's
out of the wind, above the high
tide at Mahina Bay. Not too splintery
for me and Frederick to sit on. We're
tipping stewed boiling water down us.
Then I'm swimming and Frederick does his
seven your old child inside I'm exploring
stuff. Timeless tender and adorable.
What do you call those little peppery
yellow flowers on the bushes? When it
starts getting too cold, a 1950s
boat sails past. You can see how it's
made out of boards. Some bits look added
on.
A woman walks out. she's got Kansas City
lipstick on. There's snow on the Taruruas.
She needs a Picton ferry size funnel to
lean up against. Jane's patrons hate ger.
What a chilling reaction. Usually I'm recycled
blonde too. Until Clyde got me into pink.
1996 acrylic on hardboard 400 x 600mm