Throughout the lockdown, I had the opportunity to move in with my partner and delve into shared house living, whilst also doing uni online and going to work most days. I was privileged in that I was very busy, getting out of the house to work and was also around many people in my home (shared living with four boys).

When I look back on those times, I'm left with fondness and gratitude for the fantastic times I did have in my simple little world in Paddington, compared to now where not only my life but everyone else’s is "back to normal".

This piece depicts a small area surrounding where I lived and roamed most, this place truly felt like my little world pumping through my veins. The indentation of what I did know, that Paddington, that area, that house, those people, my home like the back of my hand. Now that we have moved out of that place I wanted to find something that was from that time to capture the essence of my idea.

I found my old filing table that now holds my art supplies, I sanded one of the shelves and painted it that off-white colour you see in so many terraces to cover up the cracks, holes and mould that haven’t been tended to. I hammered in flat head 30x2mm nails as the shape of my hand and strung and weaved black, pink and red thread to mimic veins in the human arm.

I wanted to represent my most frequented places, in which the thread is thick and clumped, some of these places were many circuits of Moore Park Oval, the best cafe, Morris, that only served coffee and a few cakes out of a window and countless, little walks from Little Napier Street to Albion Lane that housed beautiful homes that looked like it was from a fairytale, we liked to call it, Little Amsterdam.

This piece is an ode to one of the best times of my life in such a strange part of everyone else, and I sometimes wish the world could be small again.