In 1993, having just recommenced painting, we were living on a property with really bad fences. Crouched in the far corner of a dry and dusty paddock, winding yet more wire round holes ripped out by 'roos, I looked up and saw the painting. The landscapes behind the first two Fences were the flat paddocks of Currency Creek in S Australia but now we are surrounded by the hills that now appear in most of my landscapes. Over the years I have collected old cyclone, barbed wire, baler twine, droppers and numerous photos of fence posts, and I keep on coming back to it. It's the barrier.