09 Aug 20 by justatest
Years before I´d scribbled the idea for this piece to make from old fencing wire I´d acquired. It was one of those sketches which would persist in popping up from time to time, despite my efforts to ignore it.
South Westerly gales blowing off the ocean and over the lake whip out anything that isn´t firmly anchored. The ¨weaving¨ is fallen leaves from a nearby Cordyline tree.