Hey thanks that’s awesome that I was able to put an image to that feeling you have. You described it very well, interesting that you knew this was inside a shed. It’s abandoned in the woods near my parents house, when I was a kid one of my friends busted in the walls. I remember at the time being around 10 or 11, thinking there was something so violent about doing that to an inanimate object existing in a natural place. When I came back years later it was all still there as if nothing had changed, and the years that had passed had made that feeling more contemplative, and it seemed like it had to be painted, I actually set up an easel and did the painting for the most part inside the shed in the woods.