This year’s artist camp was another remarkable immersive experience. The quiet open forest in this remote area invites deep breathing, reflective conversation, busy creative work, a tangible and intimate sense of connection with people, place and environment. One senses the keen eyes of the local inhabitants, birds and kangaroos, monitoring our stay, expressing their curiosity at a safe distance of their choosing. The spring time is such a turn-on with so many flowers, butterflies, beetles and birds. I’ve now seen and experienced more of the property and feel deeply enriched by the all-too-brief encounters but know that I have barely scratched the surface of this special place. Here are some photos from last week’s camp which hopefully give a hint of the delightful happenings – apologies to Pat Hoffie and Carol Schwarzman as I now realise I failed to take any good photos of their works. Too busy horsing around with Ian no doubt.
Beth Jackson
Brown falcon – checking us out while we set up the camp
John Davis’ drone camera high in the sky filming aerial views
The camp site – left to right – Paola Cassoni, Emma Harm, Glenda Orr, Felicity Davis, Greg Harm, Karl Hoch
Campsite with John Davis & Karl Hoch
a small dragon
Felicity Davis & Paola Cassoni discussing the big picture of coal mining in the Galilee Basin
Frida Forsberg painting at the camp site
Glenda Orr casting gathered material (seeds, flowers, leaves) in resin
Glenda Orr casting natural materials (flowers, seeds, leaves) into small resin ‘axes’
Glenda Orr watercolour painting
spring flowers in the heathland
hakea in flower
the heathland
Karl with a companion
Ian Hoch on horseback
Jewel beetles at the camp site
John Davis & Karl Hoch studying the computer control panel for the drone camera
Michael Foley watercolour painting
Michael Foley watercolour painting
Orchid in flower
the fine silvery sea of spinifex
Starflower in the heathland
Bimblebox Art Project 
I’d be really interested to know when you do another one of these trips
Hi Anne, thanks for your interest. Bimblebox this year is in a drought declared shire and if it wasn’t for a sprinkle of rain 4 weeks before the camp, there would have been no camp. So it was called late but usually we have it no later than mid September, to coincide with the end of the ‘nice’ weather (not too hot to camp out and nights aren’t too cold). We try to host one every year.