Most of this week was spent in port in Tenneriffe. They stocked up on fresh water and supplies. A break in routine perhaps. Not the constant creaking and jolting/rocking of the ship. Maybe some time on deck, eyes drinking in the sight of land. How much longer? How many more storms to weather? How many more nights and days down below?
|addition of watercolour - something a bit different|
|I have written about the exhibition I went to - |
The Charged Object - at Gallery Lane Cove
The ebb and flow of my life
my art practice