Tasmania Residency

I spent the day wandering around town, climbing a steep hill in West Launceston to then venture back into the gorge. I fell asleep at a ridiculously early time and woke up a few hours later to find that night had fallen and I wanted to stay up and work with it. I think I should embrace 'night-owling' a bit more. It's usually a lot quieter during the night and you have space to be alone and think and work. I made a bunch of silly little drawings about things that were going around in my head. I then did a larger painting with ink remembering something one of my old teachers wrote to me before I went away: "Don't disappear too conclusively into Tasmania. It's a fundamentally dark place and you're a sensitive young woman." This phrase has been ringing through my head at different times on my travels so far and always makes me smirk. He could be right, you know.