Then he comes to the brink of a precipitous fall ...

Martin Heidegger, 

 
I thought of that while riding my bike.

Albert Einstein, on the theory of relativity

 
A painter paints pictures on canvas. But musicians paint their pictures on silence.

Leopold Stokowski

The Wall, an illustrated book

from his beginning as a quick sketch after I woke from a dream a boy who is half brolga (dancing crane) is having his story told. It may be some time yet before the story is done., I'm a slow worker but I hope these drawn jottings help bring him to life. These are from the first draft, there is no consistency of image yet but they are developing consistency of character

 

After a good dinner one can forgive anybody, even one's own relations.

Oscar Wilde

 
 

The Tumblers

 

We all tumble, we are the acrobats of life , twisting falling recovering and occasionally recovering our balance.

 

 

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