When we paint, whether

When we paint, whether it is on our bodies for ceremony or on bark or canvas for the market, we’re not just painting for fun or profit, we’re painting as we always have done to demonstrate our continuing link with our country and the rights and responsibilities we have to it. Galarrwuy Yunupingu

Moss grows where nothing

Moss grows where nothing else can grow. It grows on bricks. It grows on tree bark and roofing slate. It grows in the Arctic Circle and in the balmiest tropics; it also grows on the fur of sloths, on the backs of snails, on decaying human bones. … It is a resurrection engine. A single … Read more

Late in August the

Late in August the lure of the mountains becomes irresistible. Seared by the everlasting sunfire, I want to see running water again, embrace a pine tree, cut my initials in the bark of an aspen, get bit by a mosquito, see a mountain bluebird, find a big blue columbine, get lost in the firs, hike … Read more