Wolston house.

I decided to spend my Sunday by visiting the historical Wolston house in Wacol Brisbane.

It was a lovely way to spend my day.

 Walking up the back stairs I felt a solid finger poke me in the back of the neck. I turned around to see my mum standing behind me who insisted it wasn’t her, there were no other people around just us two.

About dixiemakesastatement

My name is Dixie I’m 23 years old and residing in Brisbane, Australia. If I’m not painting or drawing I am found exploring weird and abandoned places. My blog is anything that I find inspiring/ intriguing, My life, my art and exploration. "All artists are willing to suffer for their work. But why are so few prepared to learn to draw?" — Banksy View all posts by dixiemakesastatement

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