As a distraction from everything else, I’ve been working on some repeating patterns. This one is pure digital scribbling, and memories of trampoline days (house rules: one at a time, no shoes, in the middle). Our trampoline was given to us when we lived in Brisbane by our piano teacher. Her neighbour’s children had jumped on it in football boots, so for a time it only had half a mat. This made it much easier to get back to the ground without being zapped by static electricity. It made a wonderful cubby house, shade in Brisbane summers, a cool place to all lie in a row and talk on country evenings, a startling one-legged descent when the mat finally perished and gave way.
I may upload the other pattern soon. The new header is an extract from it.