On the Edge of the Deep
As a sailor there is no more terrifying sight that an unforgiving sea-cliff (like this one modelled on Tasman Peninsular, a place I regularly sail past), battered by a southerly gale at the dead of night. After receiving a double lung transplant exactly two years ago, I faced an uncertain future with the onset of chronic rejection. This work represents being poised on the edge of blackness that I don’t want to face, but over which I have no control.
Mixed media on paper & framed with museum glass