Paperbark Writer

After my excursion somewhere north of the river in the (not very) big smoke this Easter weekend, I’ve had a small epiphany. To wit: maybe Sledge Trovatore should now be known as “The Paperbark Writer”. (You all had your doubts eh?)

So ... a coupla pictures.

The first for the flavour of the event. The second for how a piggery (eh?) can become an art gallery. Where I slept. Honest. But I’m sworn to secrecy.
And I won’t use the names ‘Nolan’, ‘Blackman’, or ‘Dobell’.
Honest.

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