
The calls of the black
cockatoos travel far in the cool still early morning air. I painted this over about five days on-site as well as many evenings back in Darwin where I worked the
rhythm of the marks together.

The ancient
boab clings among the loose rocks to the
spinnifex covered flanks of the hill

Cutting through the reflection of the overhanging cliffs the kids
head back to camp for breakfast

An echo of '
The Departure' these fish revealed glowing with an inner light against the black depths.
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