Sunday serial: An extraordinary imbroglio (3)

Baboon to probe Doggie

Sunday Serial – An Extraordinary Imbroglio (2)

Dear Sirs,

A certain problem has arose which I feel has to be bought to your attention.

Sunday Serial – An Extraordinary Imbroglio (1) *

 

Standards probe at Dog Road Institute

Reports are coming in of an extraordinary imbroglio in Arrapamatta involving the well-known academic, Arnold Egbert Stringer,

Sunday Serial – For Art’s Sake (3)

Nico had got halfway round the room by the time Myron came back. As soon as I let myself in that Saturday I could tell he was there, even though there was nothing obviously different. The house just felt inhabited.

Sunday Serial – For Art’s Sake (2)

When I went in the next weekend Nico had painted a jungle around and over the pigeons so you could only see the shape of their bodies and their eyes peering out. For the jungle he’d used a rough, shiny emerald paint. You could almost hear the leaves rustling against each other. He’d moved the two pictures to the end of the gallery so they were the first thing you saw when you stood at the double doors. I looked at his two paintings and then at the other blodges that hung along the walls and for the first time in my life I had some sort of idea what art might be about.

Sunday Serial – For Art’s Sake (1)

 

The cow was wearing a red jacket. A loose-lipped grin had replaced its vague stare, and the missing fourth leg had been painted in. Lifted off the ground, the foot hovered over a ladybird the size of a cat. Enormous bees thronged the blue enamel sky and the branches of palm trees. The whole thing was bluer, redder, yellower than I’d ever thought a painting could be.

Sunday Serial – The Unexamined Life (4)

30^th September

For the first time in my life I have been to the Melbourne Show. My father would never take me because he always said when he was a boy show bags were free and it was outrageous that now you had to pay for them.

Sunday Serial – The Unexamined Life (3)

 

28^th July

What a fierce winter. Bid and I agree it is the coldest winter for years. We are now guarding the Adelphi Theatre, of a different period from Scarborough House, but glorious in its Moorish decor of star lined roofs and twisted barley sugar pillars.

Sunday Serial – The Unexamined Life (2)

 

17^th May

That Sophie. Now it’s colder she has taken to wearing a tattered mohair cardigan down to her knees over her tight black skirt.

Sunday Serial – the Unexamined Life (1)

 

14^th March

Today is my birthday and I turn thirty-nine.