Near Nanny Goat Lane, Battery Point
Utopia, translated from ancient Greek, can mean both ‘good place’ or ‘no place’. My iPhone told me I had completed 80,000 steps. I had walked towards Mount Wellington the first day, and through North Hobart, a little beyond and back. It wasn’t until the very last hours of my time exploring Hobart that, at the bottom of the steps of Nanny Goat Lane a little up the road, I found a wilderness resembling the ‘no place’ only held in the imagination.
Oil on canvas