“They were stopped in a vast clearing of bush and scattered around them in the dust were weeds. Lachlan imagined plump creatures, clandestine and hiding in burrows beneath them from the oppressive grey heat and the severity and the baking sand and waterlessness.”
‘Flesh of Any Kind’ – Matthew Foreman
Every picture tells a story. When writers collaborate with visual artists we see intricate narratives emerge.
We see small black and white drawings become intense personal explorations of identity. We see a photograph of a flower transform into a person, the brushstrokes of a painting embodied by the roaring shouts of a crowd.