Over the weekend I have done two markets. The first was in the St Kilda Town Hall on Saturday. For those of you not in Melbourne, it was wrath-of-god type of day. I was well-inside the beautiful old hall – well-dwarfed by tall arches, well-sheltered by lofty ceilings… when half-way through the afternoon the skies opened. Everything darkened, we shouted to be heard above the pounding rain and impressive thunder, lightening (contrary to its name) turned out the lights (to a collective “Oooh”)… and then the rain came in. It flooded through the roof into the foyer, scattering market-goers. It flooded into the near-by library. Unbeknownst to us it pounded all of Melbourne – shredding trees, breaking windows, flooding roads and tunnels and underground carparks and caving-in glass ceilings. Pete, on his way to retrieve me, sheltered the car from the wrecking-ball ice, then battled on. And after all that, we made our way home along green painted roads between green cars, as if a leaf-god had strewn our path…

The second market was at the Convent where it was very quiet. Reports of a possible weather-wrath repeat had people in hiding. So at the market we amused ourselves and I painted most productively.

Here is a little of what I painted.

Aboard the steamer she posed for my Mondoodle.

Monday March 8, 2010.