Painting on a Thursday involves multi-layering of clothing. At least in the Alice it was hot all day every day. Within half hour of arriving the weather had gone from blue skies, lathering on sunscreen to rain and wind and lathering on rain gear. Thankfully after huddling around a luke warm thermos the skies cleared long enough for a few gouache sketches. I’m feeling more secure in moody greys and blues . I talked about my experiences here as a child in the boatshed but the grey blue of the water and sky, the distant mountains reminded me of Dad’s eyes-steely grey blue, piercing.