STORY BEHIND THE PAINTING (5)

Sunrise on Kata Tjuta:
Way before the sun had even thought about rising, we gulped down our porridge and then set off for the Eastern Side of Kata Tjuta. Dad was on a mission to capture the prehistoric boulders at sunrise.

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MY MEMOIR: CHRISTMAS CHILD

Be good, what does that mean? I pondered in my three-year-old mind. I thought it had something to do with not getting into trouble or getting a slap on the legs. I still hadn’t worked it all out, this “being good” business.

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