by Keith Busby

Gouache on  recycled paper (framed) . One evening as the light was fading I was walking past a building site when a large security light illuminated an empty crate standing on a patch of open ground. It felt really theatrical as if some event was about to take place, but the light was extinguished and the moment passed. A little further on, on the other side of the road, there was a young deer eating leaves from a sapling. The dogs and I watched until it sensed us and leap away its white rump disappearing into the undergrowth. This was such a surreal experience, I had to record it. A black wood frame complements this piece.