I sit here in this squalid space trying to get comfortable. I have a bed but for some reason laying on it makes me nauseous. I am not well enough to change the mattress if that is even the problem. It may be the mold. Water leakes in under the bricks when it rains. I cannot fit a comfy chair in here. I do have a gamer’s chair. I am so glad the support worker stuck with me in Office Works while I tried out every chair several times in their big Gosford store. She was very patient.
Finally enough of the clutter has been removed so I can put a chair out the back. It is very exposed to hot sun and rain but it will be good when winter is here. You find most of the elderly folk here basking in the sun during the winter. It gets bitterly cold indoors. I cannot heat this place much. Closing the window forces the poison to gather. It may just be me. I spent sometime soaked in industril chemicals when I worked. It has mde me sensitive.
Micheal from Rely Ability rang. They have a guy called Nathan, a client, who they have assisted right up to the point he is exhibiting art, publishing books and selling things at market. I wanted some of that so I contacted them. Right at the moment they rang me back to discuss if I could afford the long drive to Newcastle on my plan I was told I was being evicted. It turned out to not be true but it meant I had to say no to Rely Ability as I had to keep money for removalists. I will have to ring them back. I fear the long drive. I am ill enough so I might be too weak afterwards but if they can get me working on paintings and publishing the writing I will be doing well
Ten years in this awful place has not allowed me to work and my skills are sorely deteriorated.
Boats from the amazing shoreline by Budgewoi
It is Easter. I am not a christian but I keep this day as being a very sacred time to reflect on God. Once again. I am a little trapped here so I will not be going to a place under the moon and having a small ritual.
There will be no meat eaten here apart from a meal of fish and vegetables tonight. I have to eat during the day because of the diabetes or I would only have that one meal. I think I will have flathead basted in garlic butter with steamed zuccini on the side. Normally I might have a glass of wine to raise but I forgot it was so close
Wabbit, An Easter Tale. It is from the Grim City Series which were done while bedridden and recovering from a heart failure and tripple by-pass. I was so weak that only simple images were possible. The idea was to represent the way spiritual things were exposed to the decay of the changing gaze of humanity. I believe the original may have been lost. The idea was to recreate the image in a more complex medium when I was well.
