During the quiet nights of the first lockdown in Melbourne, I became painfully aware that the only sound the once busy street outside of my apartment building uttered was the traffic light on the corner. With every beep that informs pedestrians of safe crossing a piece of my sanity was stripped away. Night after night I lay awake begging for someone to press the button to cross the road to end the unrelenting rhythmic beeps. These 2 canvases sum up my lockdown madness, every time I close my eyes all I can see is that traffic light taunting me night after night.