During a cold South Island winter, in a windowless, underground public gallery, Lawn (Otago) regrouped and grew toward the only light source available – the gallery lights. On a stark white wall, the work became an evolving monochrome of green – deepening, darkening, and extending with time. Viewers watered and caressed the Lawn work tentatively, unsure whether to respond to the emerald grass or comply with the convention of not touching a painting. Throughout the daily comings and goings, the artwork released its own source of energy into a darkened room.