It was so special to see Bondi come alive with art. The piano we couldn't find, but only heard until we turned around and saw a sculpture, or was it a painting? Then a cheese grater, larger than life. Balancing acts on the foreshore; where pen meets pencil or pen meets pen and something like paper. A rusty camel with delicious insides of wine and food, and a purple man who had 2 of most things, two heads, hands, feet, eyes, noses, one too many.
Test tubes or icicles, who could tell; South Pacific inspired metal leaves and laughing men. Folly of papier mache.
It was a fine summers day and it always amazes me the time and love that is devoted to each work.
My favourite: footsteps on the beach and footstep in sandstone. Why? Who knows.
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