Arrive at 3pm and on the way to the studio I see a very weary witch walking home with a broomstick. On the lawns outside Sydney College of the Arts a wedding party is having photos taken. Bright white lace up against old sandstone. Purity of white, the stability of stone and the reality of a mental asylum. Listening to Chad VanGaalens’ ‘Flower Gardens’ on repeat. I like the staccato of the stutter.
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