The Garden

<p>Seeking to ride out the chaos of the pandemic in more familiar territory the author and his partner secured a seat on one of the last Australian Government flights out of Mumbai a decision that would see them separated for almost a year. Within a few months having left the twenty-fourth floor of an apartment building in Mumbai he passed through a half-dozen dark and empty airports to finally wash-up in a garden in Antananarivo Madagascar. Isolating from the world his partner and ultimately himself he says I tried to make some sense of it in this collection of text based drawings/paintings. They seem to me the residue of a thirty-five year search for a place to call home without ever really finding the right word for it. </p>