With the end of summer, the birds in the garden seem more vocal... did you know, Australian birds were the first to sing... what sounds like celebratory pleasure from the adolescent-like rainbow lorikeets, hopeful reconciliatory call outs from the butcher birds and the solitary cries from the currawongs.... are my daily joy!
The new incarnation of Freeloader is taking a lot longer than I imagined... so I am trying not to struggle with the "duds" and just incorporate them into the final work... as I think the letting go of artist as genius syndrome and the preciousness we get caught up with - is pointless in the end...