Abstraction from Impressionism
on the corner of Brunswick st (charcoal) |
In the late nineties I did this willow charcoal drawing of an old area in inner city Brisbane destined for the developers mutilating mutations of progressiveness. This old house on the corner struck a 'c minor' cord within me, neither scary nor serene but somehow wisely foreboding, conjuring an adults memories of being an eleven year old in acute awareness of foreign surroundings. Subconsciously I think I felt the accusing eye of an octogenarian's judgemental gaze from a top middle window sitting room.
on the corner of Brunswick st (colour shopped) |
Years had passed since I had done this drawing and upon a perusal of previous works I found myself caught up in the moment again of this seemingly mundane piece of history. The ultimate outcome was to revisit this Sunday mid afternoon Autumns day in a more vivid incarnation through photo shop.
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