I remember the past as a memory more treasured now The Future that can be forgotten.
Drawing used to be a hobby of mine. Being able to take your own creative record of people and places is very nurturing. Also got me out of the house and away from the computer.
In the Park
Royal Botanical Gardens, 25th November 2009
This was drawn from the top of a multi-storey carpark next to the Seymour Centre. It had the coolest view of Broadway and Ultimo. Lots of blocky pillars, scrapers of the sky and grime.
I remeber this clearly because I got some much introspection done there. It was a favored place to go, where for at least the time you are up there, you are a little above the endless pollution and noise
Do you think that there is enough beauty and love in the world? Can we can still reflect back to others the same? And absorb for ourselves when most needed? Is there vitality to be unlocked, a lift of airs gained from inspiration, devotion, divination?