A shark attack in the South West of Western Australia recently became very scary when I realized that it had occurred on my local beach and the guy killed was a friend of mine. Not only were we all shaken up but the shine of my beautiful home is a little less shiny. Now there is an underlying sense of menace every time we walk the dogs.
My journal piece was hurredly created using what ever was on my desk – some paint, a few paint pens, some ink and some bits of paper that I had been using for another project.
It is a sad reminder of a tragic day