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Tangerine Skies

A sunny winter’s day, a forgotten ruin, an old bed sheet,  a bread-roll basket from Savers and three pinched tangerines later and we have some impromptu imagery thanks to the virtuosity and creative direction of my good friend and visionary, Henry  Noel Jarman. I don’t think anyone else could make me look decent clad in grandma’s lace tablecloth – a true testament to his abstract and wonderful eye.

(And a true testament of my willingness to trod through knee-high shrub in kitten heels and a white bed sheet via way of several bramble bushes, a collective of kangaroo droppings and the bemused eyes of the serious bush walker – in the name of art.)



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