Hello friends, I find it hard to describe this feeling I have inside. This feeling I get when I see land that can blow with sheets of hot, dry, dust battling imaginary adversaries across ridges of rock and dead wood, come ever so softly and perfectly alive with the fall of rains and the slow warmth of a wet springtime.
I have seen the baking hot shimmer lift the life away from creatures large and small, and felt it zap the spirit from me, yet all seems forgotten or at least most certainly forgiven as we all creatures great and small feel as though we dance and sashay together through a giant soft fairy floss world.
It is of course a pink fairy floss world. As pink and lolly gorgeous as you can imagine. For this is the colour of the incredible Calytrix Starflowers whose sugary-sweet bursts dot the land and blanket the vistas among sisters of equal dramatic presence. The Mulga trees have lifted with a slight lime tinge to their silvery cool facades; the fluorescent sweeps of herbages and natural grasses wave on cool, damp earth in the shade of the desolate-defending canopy above; grass-trees sprout fresh tufts of brilliance atop thick, charred stumps; birds trill, chirp and chase through soft climates, chasing fat, thriving insect gluts; and cows browse gently and calmly through a smorgasbord of herbivorous delights. It is surely soft Springtime in the Mulga country, and I could not be more overjoyed.
I wander the centre stage spotlight pockets, and bask in the beauty of life. There is of course never, ever a loss without a gain—I remember this as I flit from spray to vivid spray, drinking in this full world celebration as I go.
As the sun sets and throws his most graceful rays over the tiny colour scape, I open every pore of me and seep and soak in this other-wordly moment. I etch the softness and the peace and the overwhelming beauty into my heart. I drink in the tranquil theatrics, I fill my world with the colours, the lines, the patches and the sweeps, and I breathe deep the sweet promise of good times.
This is where my art begins. It is felt, it enters my heart, a glinting whirl of pink, purple, red, mauve, blue, white, lime, cherry, lemon, cad yellow, magenta, scarlet, vermillion, cornflower, umber, sienna, charcoal—and there it stays, whirling all the while until I open the door and let it flow. This for me is peak inspiration. This is where my art begins.