Acrylic on cardboard
Signed on the front.
Wandering around my work space, I constantly hear the faint strains of Songlines. Helped by a series of paintings over the years and the well documented female Aboriginal ghost who resides upstairs. It’s hard to escape the parallel thoughts of pride in the Original Australians coupled with guilt from their treatment. But singing is about harmony coupled with the knowledge of the Lines. Whatever you do, don’t leave me out of your CHOIR.