A few photos I took while in Tasmania. All taken with my fuji instax wide.
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Descending under the earth into the dark foundations of the mountains, a place of sublime beauty. These are some images I took with my nikon in the Orient Cave at Jenolan Caves.
A short trip to Brisbane, a step into a tropical park. Flowers reek of rot and corpses attracting insects for pollination with a backdrop of urban geometry.
Sorry for the lack of updates, I’m in Canberra completing an internship in the National Library of Australia’s preservation department. Working full time and organising an exhibition remotely has not left a lot of time to lavish on the internet, hopefully I will have more to add soon.
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Waiting for the train at Murchison East station yesterday. Dark sky, light pouring trough dust thrown up by rumbling trucks, storm brewing behind me about to burst.
Ordered my new camera yesterday, waiting in anticipation for wide angle goodness.
From every street the largest cathedral in Germany looms at you from above, a menacing form filling the skyline. Straddling the Rhine massive bridges branch across the watery expanse. Thousands of locks engraved with love notes hang from the rail bridge professing eternal love and devotion. I wonder if the keys are thrown into the water as a symbolic gesture, has anyone gone back with bolt cutters in the dark of night. My choice of destination was based on the density of art galleries and type of works collected. The most fascinating was Kolumba raised from the ruins of a cathedral with architecture reaching back to the roman occupation it contained a curios mix of medieval and contemporary art. Underneath the gallery was a chapel still in use, candles lit in prayer and women weeping for the gone, yet tourists still took photos with flash and all.
I have been utterly romanced by Germany. Berlin was beyond contemplation, a flood of artworks has entered my mind, many which I have waited years to see. Overawing landscapes from the 19th century, artistic explorations of Berlin post the fall of the wall and some of the best German art made in the last 50 years. None of that is in my post but if curious standout artists were and always are Caspar David Freidrich, Constable, Courbet, Arnold Boklin, Carl Gustav Carus, Deiter Roth, Joseph Beuys and Anselm Keifer. The majority of my time was involved in these indoor pursuits but in walking from gallery to gallery I was immersed in Berlin’s history, monuments and memorials. Most touching was Kathe Kollwitz’s sculpture of a mother cradling her dead son, dedicated to all innocents who have been touched by the horror of war and persecution. During they Daytime Berlin was nothing but grey at night it was something else entirely.
With blue snow raining down and psychedelic dioramas at the maritime museum it’s not surprising that Rotterdam is the birthplace of hard techno. The center of the city appears to be under reconstruction, I wonder if European cities are under constant redevelopment or if they save it all for wintertime. A parade of historical ships with loading cranes and light house arrange themselves outside the maritime museum. The Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen contains an overwhelming collection including Bruegel the Elders Tower of Babel and a beautiful Hans Memling. These two were the paintings I stayed with longest attempting to absorb their image. An Edward Hopper exhibition at Kunsthal provided a stark contrast. A sumptuous breakfast was had at Hotel Bazar, 1,000 hole pancake, marinated feta, cream cheese, clotted cream, jam, honey, sliced turkey, cured and fried slices of lamb, a boiled egg, fresh fruit with yogurt, a basket of bread, juice and strong coffee all for 8 euro.
Worn and mud spattered train windows filter the landscape unifying colour and tone.