What Australian artist would be so bold as to use his very own Rolls Royce as the canvas for images of the mines of Broken Hill? There was no airbrush or spray booth used here. Just a talented artist and his brush. Thank you for the sacrilege Pro Hart, … we miss you.
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He’s on the hunt for a breeding mate. Iridescent waves of chromatophore colour ripple from head to tail. Tenticles outstretch ready to caress or to fight. He’s beautiful and he knows it and nothing will stop him from getting what he wants, … except perhaps the hundreds of other males around him with the same […]
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At a glance I could easily imagine some old civic timepiece adorning the municipal building of some sleepy Austrian village, a little after 9am on a chilly but sunny winter morning. How easy it is to imagine seeing something completely different when presented with an inaccessible perspective. In this view, the Point Lowly Lighthouse, an […]
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At first I thought two males were simply facing off but on closer inspection the plot thickened. First I noticed a diminutive female beneath one male, now thinking he defended his claim. Then I realised a second female lay protected beneath the second male. So it was clear now that both males had their prize […]
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Just another moon? Perhaps… It’s the same one I’ve seen in the sky countless nights and in countless phases. So why is it that when I glance up into the night sky, perhaps for the ten thousandth time, the moon still takes my breath away? A wonderful question I’ll leave for other minds to ponder. […]
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