I  have continued playing with the tarpaulin pieces...the possibility of taking these into paintings or perhaps large prints...their simplicity frightens me at times...I purchased one of these tarps from a woman at a Sunday morning market...I often question the legitimacy in using such 'de facto' objects and materials in my work ...the tarps have become part of the mytho-poetic structures I am exploring, a mirror perhaps...held up to the cultural difference between Indigenous and non-Indigenous Australians...this is often where the most immediate experience acts as a catalyst for my making...the woman who sold me the tarp had her rusting hi-ace van parked to one side with all of the items placed on the ground... mostly mechanical parts and old tools that looked as though they had been sitting in a shed for sometime...there was a quiet desperation to it all... but the woman had  a humility and a gentleness to the intonations in her voice that immediately I heard her speak I knew that I would buy it...although at the time I had no idea what I intended doing with it. I still don't. sp.