today

not the last of Australia, really, but a detail of a photo I asked a friend to take at the airport on my departure for Rotterdam the 14th of January. The shoulders in the foreground are mine and my boyfriend's. I kept thinking of this painting, Ford Maddox Brown's 'the last of england'. It kind of sums up how glum I was feeling at the prospect of leaving my love behind.

I'm now a week into my residency with an artist run organisation in Rotterdam. Have spent the week denying that I have a cold, induced by the airconditioning on Austrian airlines - an airline that distinguishes itself by having the most lovely blankets I have ever seen on an airline. I still wish that I had taken mine with me.