Marion Tyndall dabs me in lavender oil, proffers dried bouquets, then cautions me to drive carefully back to Sydney.
Wearing gumboots, gloves and a mask that she dabs with tiger balm.
As he says this, he dabs his rheumy eyes with a tissue, something he does all through our two-and-a-half hours together.
Louise Hearman's Untitled strikes me as a slipshod spread of contrasty dabs and streaks.
Even for the injured who managed to scrounge a few dabs of antiseptic and a bandage at chaotic camps, wounds have become seriously infected.