Not Elsewhere, Here, Acrylic on Canvas, 40 x 40 cm, 2016

I’ve been hiding in the woods like a burrowing animal, making a little person, making a home, making a grown-up life and making art.

This painting used to hang on the wall in the hall.

It’s of a house in the town where I grew up.

I used to walk past this house on my way home from the school bus and wonder what it would be like to live somewhere with so much space. It also had these wonderful steps on the outside that seemed to lead to a bedroom upstairs, this was very unusual. The story of this house ended very tragically, as the man living there took his own life, inside its very walls. I think it has remained empty ever since.
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