BY ROBERT CATTO
Sometimes, it's just the lines.
The intersections & collisions. The mix of new and old, of sun and shade, of hand-painted and computer-created - and, once in a while, a burst of something organic.
I guess because I've been away recently, the lines of Sydney are fresh to me again.
(That, plus I've been home with a cold this week; so a quick trip to the post office is as far as I've gone since Sunday. It's good to be out.)
Nothing more, nothing complicated. Just lines.
