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In my paintings I document the spaces and environment I find myself inhabiting. Last year this included landscapes of Hill End, a historic gold mining town in NSW.
Residing for the month of January in this drought-stricken community, I was drawn to the weathered picket fencing which created borders around the private properties. Many of these fences had fallen posts, creating gaps to allow hungry kangaroos, goats and other animals to freely access people’s gardens or what was left of them due to the water restrictions. I found the motif of the fallen fences to convey more than just the state of the town, the gaps spoke of the changing perspectives and unlikely connections which I observed.
In my paintings I document the spaces and environment I find myself inhabiting. Last year this included landscapes of Hill End, a historic gold mining town in NSW.
Residing for the month of January in this drought-stricken community, I was drawn to the weathered picket fencing which created borders around the private properties. Many of these fences had fallen posts, creating gaps to allow hungry kangaroos, goats and other animals to freely access people’s gardens or what was left of them due to the water restrictions. I found the motif of the fallen fences to convey more than just the state of the town, the gaps spoke of the changing perspectives and unlikely connections which I observed.
Fence, Hill End
Oil on panel
23 x 30 cm
Shadows Behind The Post Office
Oil on panel
23 x 60 cm
Fallen Poplar Branch
Oil on boxboard
23 x 30 cm