Wend one's way.

{As Inclination Directs in hand.}

Earlier today a walk was taken. A promenade Williamstown way. An amble, if you will, with an artists’ book recently completed tucked under wing, and the promise of ice-cream in a waffle cone for breakfast dangling as carrot to a donkey. Gone were yesterday’s rainclouds that scuppered our photo shoot plans. In its place clement weather ANZAC day, the perfect backdrop for our most recent collaborative artists’ book. An edition of ten, this single-colour printed work folded into a concertina now features the delicate hand-colourings of Louise. The sky is tickled sunset, and the lawns are a little greener too. There is light behind the clouds. It is fitting, really, all this walking about, as the stroll is first and foremost what this work salutes. As Inclination Directs, as title suggests, is full of characters sauntering, dawdling, meandering, rambling, traipsing. Some mooch. Others swan. Some make grander gesture as they perambulate up and down the pier.

More on this work and its plans soon, but for now, I give you glorious autumn.












{With our new book in hand, we are standing before the M.V. John Batman (built Launceston, December 1986) and the M.V. Little Gem (built by Port Jackson Steamship in 1947). We are squinting in the sun. Oh, Autumn, you marvel.}

+ Good luck Martha!