Back in 1993, when I had just started painting again, we lived on a property with really bad fences. Crouched in the far corner of a dry and dusty paddock, winding yet more wire round holes ripped out by 'roos, I looked up and saw the painting. The landscapes behind the first two Fences were the flat paddocks of Currency Creek in S Australia but now we are surrounded by the hills that now appear in  most of my landscapes. Over the years I have collected old cyclone, barbed wire, baler twine, droppers and numerous photos of fence posts, and I keep on coming back to it because it's still not right.
The Fences have the same problem as the Carousel paintings - the background has to be as right as possible before I can add the wire, which immediately changes the whole balance of the painting, though I can at least rectify an unbalanced background with a great lump of diagonal barb.