I could have been anywhere but I was there, XXI
A grove of chestnut trees. After my Dad dies my Mum, little sister and I would drive up there around Easter each year and forage for chestnuts. You wanted to find plump, glossy brown nuts without any possum bites.
At home we’d put the nuts in the open fire, slightly charred, fluffy-roasted with a bit of salt they were delicious. It was a sad and lonely time in my life but finding and eating chestnuts was both fun and comforting’ - Emerald Lake, Vic.
Acrylic and ink on paper, 2023
A5 size in a box frame, ready to hang.