Man Running No 2
122 x 137 cms 2003
We drive across these hills on the way to Adelaide. Parts of the hills are eroded away to bare rocks, threaded with sheep tracks, bleached dry in the summer.
The man running was added as he had the same feeling of remoteness to him. To identify him as a competing runner rather than an ordinary person jogging I gave him a number. I gave him number 43 as devotees of the 'Hitch Hikers Guide to the Galaxy' will then say, "but that's not the meaning of life." (Which is, of course, the number 42.)