Demolition magic
In the lounge at the back of Todd’s ivy-covered shed, planks of rough-sawn salvaged timber line the lean-to ceiling. “I noticed the timber and just started nailing it up,” says Christine. She plastered three of the walls, sprayed on an improvised concoction of cold tea and sienna pigment, then sanded them for texture. The remaining wall was papered with pages from decades-old Popular
Mechanics magazines found at the local Browns Bay market. In the sideboard that belonged to Todd’s uncle, Christine has displayed Todd’s collection of cameras, complete with undeveloped film, brought back in a box from the United States. “We joke that maybe President Kennedy’s murder is on these rolls of film.”