Gumtrees, Rembrandt and Fruitcake

Today the Picknick Painters returned to Seven Mile Beach. Reiko wanted to finish her oily work. Cobalt skies and bird sounds gave me the breathing space once again. The last day had been one continuous ring tone, official letters and very unartful. Today was clarity. I set up in a sunny spot and began with just a drawing with graphite -trees and sky. We were excited by Anne’s return and squealed when she pulled up spouting brochures of galleries and museums in London and Amsterdam. Andrea had made a wonderful fruitcake and I offered the usual cupboard reject food- Beetroot Corn Chips – they would have made better paint scrapers than morning tea. It made me think of the trip to New York and that feeling of return. The bush. The blue.