Artist/Gallery notes
Our summers here in Western Australia are really hot. The soil over the Darling Ranges escarpment is poor lying thinly over great granite boulders which store the day's heat. As night comes the Doctor dies down and all is still and quiet except for the scratching of small marsupials and the faint tap of a distant kangaroo's paws against the dry soil as it hops across the landscape. The cooling moon rises and the rocks give off their heat to the clear dark sky patterned with stars. The air is so dry that it cools quickly and I shiver as the night animals come to visit.