I believe that every typewriter has its own distinct provenance, its fingerprint, the crooked key that leads detectives to the blackmailer. Over the past two years I’ve painted about 12 different typewriters. I bought this beautiful white Singer in January, at a furniture shop in Guildford, Perth. I took it back to my partner’s family home, and sat it, alongside a favourite tea mug and some pens, just inside the entrance of her late father’s backyard shed. After three painting sessions, with the afternoon sea breeze banging at the shed door, the Singer’s ‘portrait’ was finished.
Tom Carment, 2019