There’s a painting doing the rounds that stopped me mid-scroll. Oil on canvas, 500 by 600, a street corner in Fitzroy catching what the artist calls “opening up.” Autumn light, a figure hunched near a doorstep, that particular Brunswick Street quality of looking lived-in and precious at the same time.

It’s genuinely beautiful work. The kind of thing where you can feel the temperature in the scene before you’ve consciously registered why.