Oil on canvas, stretched and ready to hang.

Signed on the front.

This artwork comes with an external frame

Church of the Infant Christ, Koroit
To paraphrase Mark Twains comment that Maryborough is a train station with a town attached, Koroit is a vast church with an incomplete stump of a tower and a town attached
The main bulk of the church was built in 1870, finely crafted from blue stone, an elegant building
The fence at the front of the church grounds is cinder block, cheap concrete bricks, incorporating a crudely welded steel 'cross' design
The metal is rusting, the paint flaking.
The cheap rusting fence fronting this vast elegant old building gives it a sense of failing, faded neglected glory, but for me, highly evocative none the less.
Koroit is on a plateau overlooking Bass Strait and the sth West coast of Victoria.
Surrounding are the rich fertile pastures of the western district
The cheap rusting flaking fence fronting this vast beautifully crafted 1870's church brings a pathos that I love
To quote the film Withnail and I,
"There can be no true beauty without decay"
"Legium pro Brittania"
(A requium for England)