Dear Sun is both the intimate portrait of a friendship between two extraordinary women and a fascinating insight into a remarkable period in Australian art. Friends and loved ones cross the pages of their letters, among them, Albert Tucker, Max Harris, Sidney Nolan, Barrett Reid, John Percival and the Boyds. Their correspondence follows the ebb and flow of their creativity, struggles with illness and poverty, losses and gains in love, and their heated intellectual and artistic debates. Sunday Reed was her closest friend, a wealthy, charismatic patron of the arts. Joy Hester Joy Hester was the only woman member of Angry penguins, Melbourne's radical art coterie of the war years, and the wife of Albert Tucker. Sunday Reed I am so conscious of my own limitations that I'm afraid I'll never do the things I dream of - but always I think of you and wonder what you'd think.And how you have always given me so much pleasure because you bothered to follow what my silly dreams were. Love's intention and the reverse of love's inention slowly mark my life.and on the banks of these dark rivers we become - become what we are to each other and become what we are to ourselves. Correspondence between Joy Hester and Sunday Reed. 276, illustrated with photographic plates. Octavo, illustrated wrappers (light wear), pp. They split ways there, flying off to their respective homes.Melbourne : Vintage, 2001 (reprint). “Just you wait,” Pearl grinned, “I’ll win and you’ll have to deal with phantoms!” “Yeah, yeah,” Pearl said, “I’ll tell Boatem not to break your beds for a week.” Really, he probably should have eaten something to get back his health once the battle was over.īut there were more pressing concerns at hand! “So…” Bdubs began slowly. “It’s fine! It was a friendly bop, sometimes those kill people.” He laughed in return, happily accepting his items. Still at spawn, Bdubs crawled out of the spawn house to see Pearl running over. GoodTimeWithScar: oh! are you two doing your weird weekly ritual? Pearl punched his shoulder, rolling her eyes.īDoubleO100 was killed by PearlescentMoon “Do you think I’d let something like a measly pearl kill me?” “I’m surprised the pearl didn’t kill you.” “Good match!” He offered, climbing down the hill. She shot him a look, sticking her tongue out at him, before gathering her things. “Winner, winner, chicken dinner!”Ī few moments later, Pearl appeared once again at the foot of the hill. He grinned, spinning around the moment he landed on top of the hill and revealing the crossbow. Pulling out an enderpearl, Bdubs squinted at the nearby hill, before launching it sky-high. They kept at it, until his health dropped dangerously low. Keeping close was a problem for him, Pearl had a knack for close combat, but he had a knack for not dying. At one point, Pearl tried switching to her bow, but Bdubs managed to confuse her, twisting and turning in perfectly unpredictable ways. Pearl surged forward, landing the first hit. That would require some distances, he’d get to it later. Space is one of the most fascinating and versatile subjects around, appealing to all age groups. The Oracle of the Moon readied her sword, the netherite shimmering a soft, yet intense midnight gray, as if to signal even further, her allegiance to the night.īdubs pulled out his own sword, setting the crossbow aside for now. “Okay, boomer.” Bdubs let out an affronted gasp. Dear Sun, Dear Moon, Dear stars, Dear you, Thank you for holding me For reflecting my magic and power For accepting my fire and tears, For reminding. “How dare you! I am very brave, and very handsome.” The last part was more of a side comment, but it needed to be said. She put her hands in the air in a lazy shrug as she walked forward. “You wouldn’t dare,” Pearl said, suddenly grinning. He stared at the woman that stood across from him, a firm frown on her face. “I’ll kill you where you stand,” Bdubs said, deadly serious.
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