Spotty Fluids

Cold weather is coming back to Melbourne.

Not that I mind it. I enjoy rugging up, a hot coffee in the crisp air. But getting sick is no good, and being injured at the same time is even worse, which was my predicament last week.

So, I got a piece of brown Ingres paper, a pencil, and a brush and ink, and started from one end and finished on the other. Stream of consciousness in the surrealist tradition. It's fun to discover what comes out of the movements of the hand; the images, the influences.

Spotty Fluids
Ink on paper, 48 x 32 cm