Spirit, high tide and nostalgia

Another sunny, quiet morning, breakfast is eaten. For the past few days I have been thinking about what to say at an artist talk Iím giving on Saturday. I have been thinking about nature of the word Ďspirití, a word that keeps popping up in my previous talks, through quotes that I have responded to in the past, as well as occasionally in the way my work has been described. Denial is set aside and I start to formulate and write down what I will say on Saturday and it all comes out relatively easily, so much so I decide to stop, and get back in the car towards Fossil Bluff as I notice that the tide at Rocky Cape seems to be out.

Sure enough, when I arrive at Fossil Bluff the tide appears to be out enough to get to the place that I am seeking. Before long Iím rock hopping again to the location that Ian and I were interviewed by Rick from ABC Radio a few weeks ago. Itís a rock about the size of 2 cars, perhaps with little more height than cars. The top surface of the rock has been worn away, or has been shaped with thousands of little pockmarks in it.

The rocks we see Beautiful little landscapes Pockmarked spaces The bubbles of nothing...

When I visited this place a couple of weeks ago I remember Ian saying that the rock consisted of more air than rock. So many little landscapes, I look forward to really honing in on this stuff and seeing where it eventually takes me through drawing.

After about 15 minutes I veer over to Fossil Bluff and the direction where the car is parked and it would seem the tide has come in faster than I expected. I just make it back to the car across one particular shallow section of protruding rock about 2 feet in width, which 15 minutes earlier would have been about 10-15 metres. Phew!

Back in the car and off to Cradle Coast Campus of Utas to speak with students on their term 2 orientation day. A table has been set up with some images of Ian and I at Fossil Bluff from a few weeks ago as well as some info about the Artist-in-Residence program. I add my laptop with a slideshow of a portion of images from the residency as well as my sketchbook and talk to people for just over an hour, following which I sit down with Joanna and Anna from the Uni and am interviewed for an upcoming Unitas article.

Back on the road again, a quick stop at Burnie Linc to drop a dvd off and Makers Workshop where I pack up my stuff, make a few blog posts before heading back to Rocky Cape. The remainder of the afternoon is spent writing, compiling and fighting with a power-point presentation for my talk tomorrow.

This is my last night in the shack, and therefore my final film, which I borrowed from Burnie Linc earlier in the day. Itís the 2008 French film titled ĎI loved you so longí with a superbly harrowing performance from Kristin Scott Thomas. She radiates in this film. I remember when I first saw it many years ago I was so impressed with her performance that I went out and watched a few of her other films within weeks end. When it finishes I sit by the fire briefly and contemplate the previous few weeks. No point in getting too nostalgic, one night and an artist talk to go before Iím on the final straight back home.