The morning we took our day trip to Kingoonya we got kicked out of the caravan park 
. We’re still not quite sure why, something to do with us being “filthy pigs” (i.e. leaving our painting out to dry) and one of the girls using the upstairs bathroom. I think it all came down to the caravan park owner being a hard-on. He used to work at the Detention Centre, everyone in the town despised him. Luckily the town seemed to love us and set us up in the school gym for the night.
Kingoonya was amazing 
, we all loved it, the slow ruin of the place. We’re not really sure how those cars ended up on the roof of the sheds. It looked as if there had been a flood that gently floated them up there.
A train thundered by as we walked along the railway line to the lake 
The tutors told us to bring out paint brushes and nothing else. No easel, no paper. We drove along a dirt road and they told us to get out. It turns out the Woomera-Adelaide water pipeline was going to be our canvas. It was such a fun morning, half way through some of us abandoned brushes and fingerpainted, later I found a tennis ball and Brent and I loaded it up with gouache and took turns throwing it at the pipe. Some of my clothes were the worse for wear afterwards, but it was just a blast.
Woomera use to have 6000 residents, but then in dwindled to 2000 last year and now it is down to about 200. The houses on this site were all pulled down and now all that is left are remnants of driveways and little treasures like this piece of warped leggo hidden in the dirt.
