that was one of my favourite things to do as a kid and even as an adult - until the thought of getting caught as
an adult was too embarrassing and risky.
a few weeks after starting this painting of an old factory some of the workers walking past me said "you know they're
tearing it down in a couple of months?" - after everyone vacated i could walk inside and through the spaces you can
see through the windows. it was amazing and surreal, as if i was entering the painting. there was one of those old
coffee dispensing machines - that drop the paper cup - in the hallway that still worked and i'd get a coffee to have
while i sat outside and painted it. the place was a ghost town, just me and the whole place to myself.
i probably spent 3 months sitting outside as it turned from fall to winter finishing it.