27 x 23.5cm, Acrylic on Italian ply, framed in Victorian Ash
I was only just big enough to sit on the seat, which meant I usually had to stand, launching my entire body weight onto the clutch just to change gears or hit the brakes. Days were spent crawling up and down the vineyard rows with the slasher rattling behind me. Papa promised a motorbike as payment for my labour a powerful incentive, and, in hindsight, an excellent lie
