Cirrus@Austlit

'Several years ago, a student in a creative writing class told me about All encounter he had had at an art gallery: he had stood for some time observing an exhibit for which he could not find a mounted label—no details on artist, title, media. or year that the piece 'came into being'. After a short search. he realised that it really was 'just an unattended pile of dust and dirt and hair alongside a resting broom. Perhaps some gallery staff member had begun the sweep unprepared for-such a significant pile of visitor detritus, and had wandered off in search of a brush and dustpan. ' (Introduction)

Angela Gardner is currently living on Ireland's Beara Peninsula; I write from Naarm/Melbourne. Around reviewing the submissions for this issue, Angela adventured variously (jaunting—to Clonakilty, to Wicklow Mountains—Printmaking. kayaking); I did a lot of sitting, hunched on the sofa by a window. reading while the sun rose. I was ahead by the clock but otherwise lagged. Here is Angela, fleet (between blackberry picking and lawn mowing), setting out some context for this issue...(Introduction)