On becoming lost
Something that is vital to my existence, and it’s often very misunderstood, is being...
2014 has been a year of driving around the deserts of South Australia, mainly Coober Pedy and the surrounding areas for various projects in and around First Nations Community. I found the best way to do these long drives was to leave early and have three of four days up my sleeve so that when I invariably found an interesting back road or open plain there was time to explore and create works. The most common thing in society is the phrase ‘We’ll get it on the way back‘ which ultimately means it won’t happen.
It’s almost impossible to explain what this freedom to explore gave me. There’s a quiet stillness sitting on a hill overlooking another set of ranges or wandering through car graveyards near the moon plain.
One of the most striking elements I discovered on these journeys was roadside graves.
Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander viewers are advised that this gallery does contain images and voices of people who have died.