ALF DUBBO

[jamescrino]

I was thinking about what Michael said today. The section we read in class about Alf Dubbo seeing his image and tracing it over the window. The struggle of night underneath the sheets and the rebirth of an artistic image in the morning. Like being born again. Seeing things in a new light. Seeing things a new way. I'll be frank. I find White incredibly hard to read, but laying it all down on the table there are some images I just can't get out of my head and that is one of them. In fact, it reminds me of a poem I wrote a while back when my uncle was dying in hospital. All he could do was look out this window and pray to one day see the other side. But he never did. In fact the notion of a window as symbolism of freedom has been a major part of our picture book study in English C&T. 
Blake once wrote of seeing the world in a grain of sand, what about a blade of grass? what about seeing the world through a pane of glass?