I went for a walk at dawn, after the rain. As I sat in the park, this foreign city that has been my home for more years than any other was suddenly intensely foreign – more so than ever before. The strangeness and feelings of displacement scared me. I realised that if I hunkered down just right, held the umbrella just so, all I could see were the paving stones with their weeds and all I could hear were the birds and the beginning of a newly washed day. I could be anywhere. I could be ‘home’.
… but this is Home.
Acrylic on canvas ( 90 × 60 cm)