On becoming lost
Something that is vital to my existence, and it’s often very misunderstood, is being...
To live honestly, without distraction or dilution, allowing my hyperfocus uninterrupted free reign demanded that I discard the external, solely focusing on creating to a a level I’d never experienced or seen before.
My life, to this point, had been pushing toward comfort and stability whilst dulling my inner creativity through a variety of external elements. The main one for me was possessions and alcohol. Both of these had to go for me to have any chance of creating with intent.
I’ve always worked alone in a small back room or shed somewhere, working into the early morning, often sub-consciously. My environment needed adjusting as did the mindset i’d be handed down through external conditioning and the expectation of society.
The purchase of an Australian Army 110 Attack Troop Carrier just made total sense. To have a small room on wheels I could set up anywhere and create. The mobile studio was then equipped with off grid power for charging the various production batteries and to power the editing bay. I don’t think I’ve ever feel so truly free to explore and develop the concepts that had been swimming around in my head for such a long time. Travelling along the fire tracks and back roads along military borders, settling alongside the ocean or tucked behind the sweeping red sand dunes of the outback all of these spaces were crucial to the development of the early artist.
The elimination of constant bills and obligation coupled with a new horizon line daily, began to bear fruit as the Land Works Series was born on South Gap Station 150km north east of Port Augusta. I didn’t realize it as the time but this initial foray would be the catalyst for the next 10 years.
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