Acrylic on canvas, 2026
28 × 32 in / approximately 71 × 81 cm
Framed in natural timber
For six weeks, I lived inside a house in Warrandyte and painted almost every surface I could reach. Walls, ceilings, floors, doors. Eventually, the outside too.
The house became the canvas for Side Quest Stories, an immersive artwork and documentary exploring creativity, survival and rebuilding a life after domestic violence.
And somewhere along the way, I became very attached to it.
It was freezing. Proper Warrandyte winter cold. Mornings started with layers of clothes, a coffee, and Gary the kangaroo wandering past to say hello. Days were spent up ladders, losing paintbrushes, eating lunch on the floor and slowly watching this forgotten little house become something completely different.
For six weeks, the house held the work.
Then I wanted to make something that could hold the house.
This painting is that.
Not an exact record, but the version that stayed in my head. The pink sky, the ridiculous garden, the gums, Gary, and the house sitting amongst it all, no longer forgotten, but loud, alive and very difficult to ignore.
I think paintings can become little containers for time.
This one holds six very cold, strange, exhausting, wonderful weeks, and the feeling that sometimes the slightly absurd ideas are the ones worth following.
Acrylic on canvas, 2026
28 × 32 in / approximately 71 × 81 cm
Framed in natural timber
For six weeks, I lived inside a house in Warrandyte and painted almost every surface I could reach. Walls, ceilings, floors, doors. Eventually, the outside too.
The house became the canvas for Side Quest Stories, an immersive artwork and documentary exploring creativity, survival and rebuilding a life after domestic violence.
And somewhere along the way, I became very attached to it.
It was freezing. Proper Warrandyte winter cold. Mornings started with layers of clothes, a coffee, and Gary the kangaroo wandering past to say hello. Days were spent up ladders, losing paintbrushes, eating lunch on the floor and slowly watching this forgotten little house become something completely different.
For six weeks, the house held the work.
Then I wanted to make something that could hold the house.
This painting is that.
Not an exact record, but the version that stayed in my head. The pink sky, the ridiculous garden, the gums, Gary, and the house sitting amongst it all, no longer forgotten, but loud, alive and very difficult to ignore.
I think paintings can become little containers for time.
This one holds six very cold, strange, exhausting, wonderful weeks, and the feeling that sometimes the slightly absurd ideas are the ones worth following.
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