Oil on Hand Primed Linen
50 x 48cm
The telegram. My grandmother unmasks the memory of waiting. The unrelenting trepidation clinging to her folds like the rolling dust clouds at her skirt hem, as she prepares for the 2 day horse ride to town. She tells of the foreboding waiting for a telegram to arrive, the angst of not knowing and the dread to come upon knowing. This painting is a tribute to the rural women that fought the loneliness of war and the ever lingering threat of an uncertain future on the land without their loved ones.