Walking and floating.
Through the paddocks.
And being still.
Watching the wombats. The birds. The roos, as they stare back.
Listening to music.
But the most valid thing, for me. Is that I’ve really been able to think.
These wide paddocks and waterways have opened up space inside.
To think big myself, which I was in desparate need of.
From here I’ve read about Gaza, MH17 and the carbon tax.
And remembered why I do art.
And asked myself “what does the world need to hear?”
Despite being without phone reception, I’ve connected with artists I’ve been meaning to connect with in ages.
To talk about these big ideas.
I don’t think i’ve had so many inspiring conversations day after day in ages.
And the artists I met here. Brad, Margaret & Ade in particular.
The wine and food we’ve shared & the peeking into eachother’s practice has been wonderful.
Arthur Boyd gave this place to artists.
Because “you can’t own a landscape”.
He was about sharing.
An inspiration to us artists. In this time and place.
Me in particular.
Thank you Arthur & the Bundanon team.