Bye bye to Broome with an unprofessional shot of the staircase to the moon, a charming visual event over the mangroves and Timor Sea. I had a productive time in the green shed studio and now its time to fly away. Below are views of my un/natural habitat. The non-spaces of airports where globalization is portrayed on many levels both very good and very bad. Real palms growing in the transit lounge of BME, the bustle of MEL with Aussie football screened on all TV monitors, the gaudy perfume and booze of SYD, the after shocks wobbling the entire SCL and then onto MDZ and finally to La Consulta.
Back to the Asador studio with the snow capped Andes just out the door. Time to pump out new work 14,159 kms away from the Broome studio. Time to BBQ Argentinean style.