A day later I am back, balancing my sketch books on the log of a fallen giant and start to draw and make watercolours, recording the movement and light, trying to capture the overhanging theatre of this majestic forest. Over the next two weeks I returned whenever I could and after a walk, and the occasional nap (depending on the persistent mosquitos) I would build up a collection of drawings, paintings, sketches and a personal relationship with this pocket of the karri forest. Little did I know that in four months this same grove will have been transformed into something completely different by a raging fire…“