Day 3 - Saturday 28 March 2009

I wake at 6.50am just as the sun is rising. Unfortunately there is low lying cloud so it wonít be a great sky filled with coloured this morning, but I go up to near Q3 and sit on rock for half an hour watching and thinking. As it slowly rises the sky changes from orange to golden yellow to blue. The mood is subdued as usual for such an early time in the morning. I say hello to Denise who is videoing it then I wander back to Q1, tidy up my bed, wash my face before heading back to Q3 for breakfast at around 8. Everyone says they have slept better and we are all in good spirits. After cleaning my teeth Iím off to the Oil Store to prepare the brush-cutter for the mornings activity of cutting back the long grass behind the Oil Store and a small patch next to it as well as down to the helipad. It takes me until morning tea and beyond lunchtime (left over soup and mince from the night before) to complete this area of mowing. I finish about half an hour after lunch, about 2.30pm, the weather has gone from mildly overcast in the morning to full cloud cover, but just before lunch it clears again and sun beams through set against a crisp blue sky and warmer temperature in the air.

I head off to the top of the Haulage-way, down the first part of the Zigzag track, turn left over a small raised outcrop of cliffs, to the section of the island that overlooks the lost world and the old tip site. There are magnificent views around this area out to Cape Raoul and Cape Pillar. I make a few drawings, then lie back on the rock and take it all in. I find it hard to really relax, in fact I always have, I start another drawing, but stop again lying back into the rock to rest. I feel a bit on edge, I want to draw, but my drawing is so safe and conservative. I stop, then look before drawing a few scribbles. I move back onto the Zigzag track, past the sinkholes and plonk myself down in the long grass in the dip of the track looking west. I really like this part of the island, it has a nice feeling about it, being semi-sheltered, staggering views, the wild sea, etc. I make one more drawing but then the texta that Iím using dries up. I open the other new one and its no good too. There goes my in-situ drawing for the afternoon.

I wander back to Q1 grab some of the other textas that I bought over and commence about half a dozen drawings done in paper-bags. This is task that I have been set by Liz Woods who is doing a project on Lansdowne Crescent during 10 Days on the Island whereby she has residents to undertake an activity that they wouldnít normally do for the 10 day duration of the event. She then made up council planning signs with the activity on it and placed it out the front of houses. My activity is to make a drawing a day whilst on Tasman Island in a paper-bag. Other sign we had out the front informed passers-by that the rest of the family (Annette and GG) were going to paint a toe nail each day of the festival. (I chuckle at the irony that Iím spending 10 days on an island during the 10 days on the Island festival.) I draw looking solely at a random object, a chair, a pole, the grass, the corner of Q1, the veranda, my shoes, the Blade, Cape Pillar, etc., using the movements my eyes take over the object to reflect the movements of my contorted hand struggling to hold a pen that is inside the paper-bag. The drawings are a lovely scribbly mess. Chris comes past with the mower and breaks my concentration. He is so focused on the mowing that I wonder if he notices me there. He goes back and forth half a dozen times, before moving off further down the track. I make a few more drawings, again pondering this unknown-ness with making drawings like this.

After a while I make my way back up the hill to Q3 for dinner. First I put the brush-cutter away then sit out the back of Q3 to watch the fading rays of the sun disappear over the western horizon. Yet another Tasman feast is had after another brilliantly coloured sunset. Organisations of reds, oranges, blues fill the sky. I walk back to Q1 after the washing up is complete. The sky is sprinkled with stars and the odd shot of light from the lighthouse swings past. I call Annette back in Hobart but the phone dies on me. Next stop bed. I had a most gorgeous day, but I feel a little uncertain in my way. The drawing didnít flow, it felt pushed all day, perhaps tomorrow it will provide me with new ways to make it happen.

Things to do tomorrow; do more drawing whilst looking only at the subject; try taping some paper together and working larger; and, use pencils.

There is a dip in the island where the previous inhabitants once kept cattle and a vegetable patch. The south-easterly side of the dip turns into the cliff edge, but the dip is very sheltered and is filled with waist high bracken. Itís beautiful when to look at when I make my daily walks from Q1 to Q3.