On becoming lost
Something that is vital to my existence, and it’s often very misunderstood, is being...
Living in suburbia is often overwhelming and fraught with distractions, unwanted noise and boundless houses. A sense of anxiety prevails, hemmed in by these elements so I’ve begun to explore various methods to escape the confines and break free of these constraints.
True to the hermit nature I’ve been using Google Maps to identify and locate various bodies of water tucked in between these worlds and utilizing these spaces to create and learn.
Along the way I found some things that challenges my perceptions, forcing me to look at things in a new way. When I found this creek blocked up by old tyres and matted newspaper I instantly judged the scene. How could humans be so lazy to dump their junk into a river system. It was only upon further investigation that it was discovered that these were carefully constructed filters created to help clean the river from floating debris and chemicals while also protecting the soil from erosion.
Night time seems to be the best time to be in these spaces as the majority of society deem forests as scary after dark. There are a few places close by that afford privacy and even small caves to sleep for the night and soak in the peace of the silent sky.
Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander viewers are advised that this gallery does contain images and voices of people who have died.