I make artwork about the shearing sheds of regional Australia. There is a simple joy in recording what I see: the architecture, evidence of its purpose in a carelessly left fleece or broom; shapes, patterns, colours, light. I have become, over the years, an accidental historian.

Purpose built, many thousand shearing sheds were constructed across Australia at the height of the wool boom in the 1940’s – large enough to shear 1000 sheep a day for a month, or small enough to shear a small flock in a day. Many have remained as working sheds, or become random store sheds as people moved into farming. Constructed from whatever was plentiful, usually timber milled on-site and corrugated iron, these iconic buildings contain in their posts and beams, in the accidental graffiti and work week detritus, layers of a past that can be read like the history of sheep and wool in Australia, but tell also of the shed, and the people who work it, as it is now.