Salt lakes have a mystical appeal to me, I love the deafening silence and their starkness. When exploring the Peak Charles area (Norseman) last spring, the map revealed a salt lake not far from camp. We set out on foot with a GPS to find it, picking up old tracks and weaving through trees. Most of these old sandy tracks are disused and they carve soft grey lines across the bush slowly tapering to a stop. I have noticed that these lines have made there way into my paintings as a kind of motif.
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