Darwin Daze. Mid 1994 Oil on wood 1.2x.40 M

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The fruitbats camp in the mangroves during the day and flock into the city at night
The cranes hunt along the everchanging edge of the tide


The crane with the storm looming up and dregging its' skirts of rain in from the North. From the dark mouth of the pipe a rivulet snakes across the exposed mud. The sheds shimmer under the overhead sun.

After West Arnhem land, on the way to Marralam, I camped in Darwin through the glorious dry season where the bowl of the clear sky is stitched to the horizon by a haze of smoke from distant fires. After the close and hot air of the Wet the July air extracts all the moisture and your clothes generate sparks of static electicity.