09 Aug 20 by justatest
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.
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.