The Anonymous Astrologer

Well folks, it's another chilly day in Wintery Melbourne. But there is just next to me 'The Anonymous Astrologer', recently painted and so fresh, one is in danger of having red paint leap onto any decent piece of clothing. It has a quiet contemplative feel about it. I believe the source of this imagery is two fold. I recently saw a magnificent, dark and brooding painting by Molly Pwerle and I was struck by her colours in this work. It made me connect to a part of myself I hadn't in a long while. I wanted to explore these feelings, these dark. stellar places. Meanwhile I have been watching a program by Stephen Hawking about deep space, infinity, black holes, the unimaginable space that we float within. So here I have it. It's different but I am enjoying its contemplative state. The ladder has appeared again, a recurring theme it seems. The frailty of the ladder, its simple geometry yet it so efficiently elevates one to places one cannot normally reach. The simplification of the head, the flatness of it yet graphically conveys humanity.