This work is the result of many years spent camping, walking, and drawing in central Australia. Initial impressions of the vastness of ‘The Centre’ are illusive, but over time, the landscape starts to imprint a map on your memory — a fabric of veins left by walking. The map is layered with sights and senses, and feelings not quite grasped — a weaving of the conscious and the unconscious. – Ross Booker 2015
