Circumnavigated Ruapehu last week. Took a final road trip by myself in the FIAT. The mountain pulled out spectacular weather complete with snow fall.

Spent a couple of days at Talisa's with Tarbon at 'art camp' throwing ink-dipped tennis balls at paper in the 35 degree heat.

Talked about all the art-making confusion (unknown surface, material, imagery, subject matter, and promimity to me) and in doing so started to get a sense of direction.

Moved my studio downstairs, there is more space here and it is less a destination, more a transit lounge. I am back in the usual place, painting in the room next to the kitchen.