From the Sketchbook: Weekly Scribble

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Pencil drawing in my sketchbook, finished with ink pens. I plan to do both a full-size colour and full-size black and white version; also thinking about the potential of it as a lino cut!

So many possibilities for this little doodle…

R.

Nights on the Nullarbor

Planet, Words

The Nullarbor Plain: it’s that stretch of semi-arid landscape, on the coast between the desert and the coast on the Great Australian Bight, where the sky opens up and the horizon appears unreachable. It’s a place where the wind is hollow and an echo could ring out for a day, without another living soul having heard it. It’s where the road, an endless black ribbon, unravels beneath the feet and wheels of those who travel it, and fragments of the past, ghosts of history, linger in the bristling calm.

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Blitzing across this flat land, we are not oblivious to its mysteries, but we are genetically unequipped to understand them. Alone or in company, it’s only natural to run out of things to talk about. We hurtle along, silent, invincible, but relatively insignificant. The sun hunts us as we speed due west, but out here, it always beats you to that line between the land and the sky.