Tasmania Residency

Georgia flew back to Melbourne and I camped by myself out the back of Bob Brown's cottage near Liffey. I couldn't believe how beautiful and peaceful this place was. I was so happy to play around on my own on a light and warm evening. It was like I had opened up a story book and dipped myself into one of the illustrations. I set up my tent , bathed in the water under the bridge and then sat on the swing under the walnut tree eating two tuna sandwiches and reading a short novel. As the night began to fall I perched on the verandah of the cottage for a while and watched the stars and the wallabies come out. The next morning I woke up early and went swimming again. I tried to draw a few pictures but I don't know if anything special came out. A bug enjoyed sitting on my little painting though.

I've never really been on my own like this before in the landscape. It felt like such a relief to be out of phone reception and remember that no one would know exactly where I was at this point in time. I sometimes dream about disappearing off the map just a little bit. I find it difficult to find solitude when I'm connected to everyone else by a phone and the internet. It's something that I'm continually considering how to manage. I wish that I had a little cottage in a place like this that I could escape to when my head gets too cloudy in the city.