I hadn’t seen him for a while. That sentence is written in the
past tense. I look at it. Did he write Philip Hunter in the corner of his work?
Not much, that I can see. His landscapes are rarely peopled with people. Yet
his presentation asks us to see time and people, all together. Altogether he
paints to draw us to see. True, his childhood landscape of airy Wimmera becomes
his adult sea of Wimmera, the ash and dust of ancestors: his, mine, yours. Dinner
completed at Port Melbourne, Philip resumed drawing through conversation, on
anything, pads, gauge, coasters…
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