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My favourite piece of art belongs to an artist whose name I no longer remember, something which really bothers me. It was hanging in the Leeds Art Gallery. It's a small painting. Maybe a foot square and was surrounded by much bigger pieces. It was not of anything fantastical. It was really very mundane. In it you could see one wall of a brick building and a trunk and branch of a tree.

I used to go most weekends and look at it for ages and ages. It was so very detailed. You could see every single brick on the wall clearly complete with mottled patches and cracks and signs of weathering. It was the same with the tree. Every leaf, every twig, all the whorls and lines on the bark. There were leaves falling and caught in the wind. There were baby new leaves and older yellowing ones. It was as if I could step in or hold out my hand and pick a leaf.

I went back two years ago and it was gone and no one there could remember it at all.