. . . whilst walking through the bush, with my senses open and aware to what may present itself as ideas for drawings, I found a small oval rock slightly above the grassy coverage over the earth. The form and shape of the granite to me echoed an embryo. The developing baby in the womb holds it’s hands close to it’s heart. From the head, heart and hands flows creativity of the human spirit. The baby growing out from the rock upon the earth is a bush baby, ‘…a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars…’ (Desiderata) . . .