piecows, going dotty and the Infinity Zone

We all had rocks in our heads by the end of the muralling at Woodridge station. Here is a fetching look in neon safety wear modelled by lovely Charmaine. We were getting very adept at erecting the big scaffolding in the tunnel. Arguments broke out among the murallists about who rocked most…I can’t confirm at this stage whose stones were balanced the best, though certain folk set me a wobble when I was high on that scaffolding let me tell you. Fortunately none of them tumbled before the antigraff went on.