Private Collection
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Standing alone and in its advanced derelict state in the middle of a flat field, I found this place as the sun was setting behind the Blue Mountains. The light shone straight through an empty window and on to the wall inside, lighting it up. The door that once covered the entrance to that part of the house is long gone. The passage of time and the ephemeral nature of what we create is very present in this place. I could not help but paint it.