|Liberated from storage: Burning Boat, circa 1995, oil pastel on two sheets of Stonehenge paper|
Back in the day, in this instance, around 1995, there was an autobiographical bent to much of my work, although I didn’t always admit to it and in many cases, was genuinely unaware of it. This is another work that has been stored away for decades, but which, thanks to Shane’s encouragement, now hangs in a prominent spot in our house. I’ve absolutely no recollection of the original narrative and its personal significance, but viewed today (at least, it seems to me) the drawing could be a response to these deeply troubled times.
|The dining room of our Ballarat East house with newly installed Burning Boat|