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.

Listening to Chad VanGaalen. Calgary, for such a small town, seems to produce a lot of good music. Researching oil painting. Should maybe heed Brett Whiteley’s advice for a young artist and go to an ‘art supply house’, acquire some paint and start painting. Although I don’t want to go in blind.