And then, around 2016, came the intriguing awareness that after markets close, outdoor or in, stuff, whether it is the crates or the food, must all be tidied away, secured, ready to remerge the following day. And some stalls simply close. And these stacked objects, or the tarpaulin covered stalls, create a very different subject matter. The subject, now unpeopled and sculptural, is hard to define – is it still life, is it landscape, is it animate, a dormant animal? They are certainly different beasts than the open markets, filled with people and life, but they are no less colourful. We usually associate landscape painting with aspects of national or cultural identity, with history, but these canvases resist such resonances because they are international and universal still lives, imbued with a strange sense of familiarity, obscure, hidden and protective. These paintings acquired added resonance for Burgess when the pandemic started. Markets and trading were curtailed, and the general emptiness of life and social interaction enabled an additional powerful reading of his imagery.