Landscape

Landscape Photography via Instagram

The backdrop of the Blue Mountains has provided plenty of opportunity to capture the beauty, variety and scope of this unique landscape I have come to love. Each season presents a shift in colour and contour. Lately, I've been going through the collection of landscape photographs of the region I have taken over the years; cropping them to the 1:1 square format of Instagram, tweaking and adjusting tonal qualities then adding filters to represent the feeling I associate with living in the mountains. On reflection, I have noticed a somewhat melancholic 'flavour' to the images. Despite this, I seek these unpopulated vistas to clear my head, find peace and inspiration for further artworks which feature small elements from the landscape. 

I was a photography major when studying for my BFA at the National Art School in Sydney, however, I have gone on to create assemblages from found natural materials using paper as a support. I rarely go out into the environment without a camera and see my appetite to take photographs as a kind of adjunct to my art practice; a kind of visual diary in place of the traditional pen and paper. 

Kanangra Walls

Sometimes it only requires a car trip to a national park to reinvigorate the senses, remind you of the endless joy & perfection in nature & get you back on track with your creative process. Over the weekend, my friend Flic & my partner Maxx & I went out to Kanangra Bo where we hiked to the plateau & lay perilously close to the edge of the cliff while soaking up the perfect days weather. 

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After a drive of almost 30kms of unsealed road, close to the Jenolan Caves road, we were unprepared for the number of vehicles populating the car park. OK, so we did not have the national park to ourselves but it was quite comforting knowing that should my car decide not to start, I need not summons the channel 10 rescue helicopter to get us back home. The dirt road was not without its dangers. I ran over a snake which I mistook for a stick until it was too late. I did not swerve (as directed by a friend on another trip), but momentarily closed my eyes once recognising what I had done. The pit of my stomach churned once I had looked in the rear view mirror to see I had left the creature twisting & writhing on the road.

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