There was an old mill building I used to work in that had a strange effect on me. I felt a past era in this space, somewhere around the late 1930’s and 40’s. The room was long with rows of desks to one side next to large windows which I imagined ships to be docked. Unfamiliar memories flooded my mind when I’d walk into this space. When I started to put the painting together, I felt at the time, like a factory worker devising my dreams and my escape from someone’s “system”.

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