For you- For you

I was painting the wonderful gap you see here between these two houses. A motorcyclist rode in, up through the carport, and away, into the back yard. A while later, an electrified voice excited invisibly from the house, loud and dead-pan, filling my ears-

" F___ YOU.                                    .. F___ YOU."


   I was the only person in sight. Thus equipped, anew with transistorial experience, I continued the sitting, aware of a blinking, lonely strangeness arrived upon the dry possessions of suburban Australia.



Watercolour, Arches rough 300 paper