I have decided to start tagging some of the artefacts in order to facilitate cataloguing. The whole process is not very systematic, but it is one of discovery.
I have also decided to ask the staff if I can move some of the more interesting artefacts to another location for study. The old Officers’ Barracks/Superintendent’s house would be an excellent location if they will let me use it.
It’s fascinating how many of these wax objects resemble coral.
More tagging again this weekend. I also moved additional artefacts to Building 2, in which space has been graciously made available for my use, and have started setting up some equipment to permit closer inspection. But my primary focus is still the cave.
A quick trip this weekend without accomplishing much. I have to go away for a couple of weeks and so will not be able to visit again for awhile.
I have spent significant time traveling over the last few weeks and have been too involved in other matters to post. But during this time I thought a great deal about the artefacts in the ‘cave’ and I have become more determined to uncover their hidden meaning. So, I have come to the conclusion that I need to put more focus on the crude lab I started in Building 2. As a result, I set about to accumulate some more equipment during my travels and so far have acquired the following items:
- Magnifying Lamp
- Red Heat-lamps
- Glass Vitrines
- Fabric for Underlays (I came across some red silk to which I am uneasily drawn.)
I hope to install these items on site as soon as possible.
I have now had some time to puzzle over the many artefacts uncovered in the cave and elsewhere. I am drawn with a strange fascination, deeply seated, at times disturbing, towards the primordial, emotionally laden images and objects. Some I would hold close. Some I would enshrine. Some are too deeply imbued with the personal lives of others so that I am shy to intrude. This is a story that unfolds not only here on Cockatoo but at remote locations that I hesitate to reveal.
Ted Wilson seems to have completely disappeared. I feel I should speculate about where he might have gone at this point, but I simply do not have the time, preferring rather to keep my attention focused on the artefacts and my search for Nelly. And so I invite any who might read this to ponder the question of Ted’s story to his or her satisfaction – to facilitate this I have left a couple of blank sections in this post. I hope that two will suffice.
Reader’s Idle Speculation about Ted Wilson’s Situation
Points the Reader Regards as Salient