I wanted the colours of this painting to be full of magic and femininity. Circles of women, laughter spilling into the air like music. The table is loaded. There’s bickies and dips, Jatz cake and cream, platters of fruit. Cups full in more ways than one. The goss flows like tea. Big witchy cackles that echo across the land, healing us in ways no doctor ever could. Sharing stories about who “got sick n died”, “remember when?” and “he better look out next time I see him” By nights end, we’re sprawled out on couches, bloated like poisoned pups and our spirits brighter than ever. This piece: is a celebration of us, our women, our mothers, grandmothers, sisters – our strength, our stories, our love. “yeah the girls,” we say, raising our cups of tea in a cheeky toast.