I often said to people that I had to sell my vital organs affording to live in London for 5 years. For those of you who may not be aware I therefore moved back to the land downunder and here I am.
My first stop was my hometown Perth - drenched in sunshine, beaches, mining companies, isolation and fortunately, in February - art!
Determined to live a cultured life despite the ease of arty London being so far away the Perth International Arts Festival, The Perth Fringe Festival AND the International Film Festival along with the sunshine nurtured & settled my wanderlust. Among many shows including Poland's "The Table" & France's beautiful dancing acrobat "Raoul" every day somewhere around Perth you could stumble upon Kurt Perschke's "RedBall Project".
"What?" you might say.
Yes, every day there was a giant inflated red ball that could be found wedged in alley-ways, stuck in door ways or, in my case, shoved under the bus shelter or floating in a fountain. I found it hilarious where this random ball would not so subtly appear. It was at times inappropriate and invasive like a loud dinner guest chewing with their mouth open. At the same time it was just quiet and innocent going about its own day to day business.
So enamored & charmed was I by the giant red ball that on the last day I hunted it down and actually touched it!!!
Photographic evidence follows...