‘The blue face is a reflection on the glass – a ghostly superimposed image allowing me to finally inhabit an environment I have previously only observed,’ says Walsh.

‘As the granddaughter of migrants, I have used the window as a symbol of both longing and boundary; the threshold where I have often felt like a voyeur on the Australian landscape. By mirroring my image against the flora, I move from observer to inhabitant, navigating a sense of place through the act of looking. While the flesh-toned hand in the foreground reaches for the glass, the window begins to open, offering a glimpse of the unobstructed landscape beyond and bridging the divide between the internal self and the external world.’