Where the Linen Lived

• 35X45cm, acrylic on board
  

This one took me straight back to my grandmother’s hallway. That clunky upright vacuum leaned forever against the cupboard, right next to a stack of never-used linen and a shelf of things “too good” to throw out. The yellow door was always open. The light always felt like it had travelled a long way to get here.

If you’ve ever visited a house like this — or lived in one — you’ll know: it’s not just about the objects. It’s the quiet dignity of a room doing its job for 50 years without fuss.