Two lists after the fire.
List of Lost Objects that matter now.
None of them.
List of things lost that I’m sad about:
Bob the bird. (Shrike Thrush) whom Ervin fed, and whom we loved.
All of the other birds, especially the small ones. Wrens, thornbills, pardalotes, finches. Maybe the bigger ones got out?
Native animals, our resident echidna.
Ervin’s sculptures and woodblock prints.
All of my on-paper haiga.
My hand made paintbrushes and a couple of comercial brushes that still sang at forty years old.
The singing bowls. My shaman’s drum.
All of Ervin’s framed works and prints in boxes. A lot of his negatives. The ones I didn’t scan.
Our new pigment printer.
My hut. His studio. Our little house in the woods.
The records of our toys ( that we made for a living for thirty years).
My jewellery, mostly worthless, but especially the ones made by friends. Ida for…
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