Monday, 10 April 2017

Altogether (April)

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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