I took this in Dunedin when I was walking between Brett McDowell's gallery and Jeffrey Harris' studio. It's not a far walk and the old stone shadowy buildings give it a strange other worldiness. It feels like you're walking in an old black and white movie.
It was strange seeing these words written on this building. I had a show at the time with Brett and he had in his office, sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall, quite an early picture of mine called, "When I was Little."
Brett had relayed to me the story of how one day "When I was Little" fell off his office wall and the glass, in the frame, broke. Brett said he actually couldn't help worry if something bad had happened to me.
