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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