Wooly Bugger (2022)
24 page hand-bound publication. Text, 35mm b&w photographs on munken, tracing paper, vinyl, screen printed cover
111 x 155mm
A portrait of place & passing time.
Bathing in the green fish box by the lake; I am small and safe in the soap suds and dusty kitchen light. Washed clean by weathered hands and a Pyrex jug of water from the rain tank out back. When I later outgrew this box it became a home for the cockabullies I caught with my net down at the jetty. I would carry it on my head along the sticky tar road and lie on the wood in the long evenings watching the oxygen weed float by. Now the box is in the garage, gathering dust and cobwebs in the dark. I am in the city, catching busses instead of cockabullies. Someday I shall return, perhaps with my own small jetty-dwelling friend.
I can see the evening now;
skin,
floating bubbles,
water splashing from the box
in the kitchen sink.
My thanks to Steve for his assistance in assembling this work.
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