This self-portrait, shot in the mirror of my hospital bathroom after my breast conserving surgery to remove a malignant lump, shows me staring at my bruised and sore left breast and nipple, with all the scars my body bears from previous major surgery visibly exposed. This shot would not have happened without my smart phone, which proved to be a vital tool in allowing me to follow the process of my own breast cancer treatment from diagnosis onwards, as if watching from the outside, like a mere observer, rather than the patient enduring the process.
Taken as part of my series 'And I Thought I Was Dreaming', this image of film producer Andrew Mason creatively plays on the notion of the dream. Andrew’s incisive wit and curious perspective on the unique ecosystem of the film industry inspired the tone and context of this photograph. I wanted to put Andrew in an environment that is both wild and seemingly staged, both suggestive of a film set and an allusion to his premier experience within Australian VFX. The wombat holds a unique significance to Andrew.
In a series of schismatic experiments with trace, anonymity and asphyxia, this anonymous Australian artist seeks to provoke entangled geo-political issues of conflict, diaspora and human rights in an attempt to understand contemporary Australian values.
This portrait of artist Bobby Bunungurr was taken in his home town of Ramingining, Arnhem Land. Bobby shares the image-making process by edging his totem in the wet emulsion of the large format Polaroid negative. This image is part of an ongoing collaborative project which started in 1998.
When I take photos I feel instantly connected to the world about me; everything has potential. My eye seeks out the tiny, trivial, and through the lens things get somehow shifted and transformed; made otherworldly. It is deliberate, but also alchemic. I use my phone because I take most of my pictures while I walk with my dog Lucky and there is a spontaneity which I find liberating. I have recently moved, and in a place that feels alien to me, this image reminded me of my family, of my love of trees and made me smile.
This image from the series 'Earth', was taken at Bryce Canyon National Park in Utah. I photographed the landscape in a way that eliminates the sky, horizon lines, and other normal points of reference; I find this helps me focus solely on the earth's colours and textures, and turns the landscape into an abstract work of art.
Herman ‘Buster’ Burris became a famous character on Route 66 after he moved to Amboy, California in the 1940’s. He married the owner of the town’s daughter, Bessie. Together, they expanded the town and built most of it’s infrastructure - an airstrip, school, church, post office and the famous ‘Roy’s’ Motel and Cafe. Known to dislike ‘rowdy bikers and men with long hair' and ‘unacceptable patrons’, he used to chase them out of town using his shotgun. He was a true keeper of the desert. The population of Amboy hasd dropped from 800 people to 4 permanent residents. The town declined and Buster's business ‘went to zero’ once Interstate 40 opened. Trains ceased operation and water into the town was no longer being delivered. Buster moved out of town when he could no longer physically work. He moved nearby to Twenty Nine Palms in 2000 and died in 2005 at 92 years old.
In Central Havana, I stumbled across the Campoamor Theatre built in 1921 and now in ruins after a fire in 1949; it never opened its doors to the public again. As I walked through, the familiar melodies of 'Swan Lake' filled the theatre. There, I met Reynaldo, who once worked at the theatre as a lighting technician and sound engineer and after the fire, chose to make this old run-down theatre his home.
We often drive by without noticing but I like nothing more than a glimpse of something that then grabs my attention. My mind reacts; the gears start turning and I want to explore, to discover, to try and connect with what it was that first drew my attention. Within this moment I visualise a final image and then with my camera, create what I have already seen. Canola Fields outside Port Fairy, Victoria.
A deep sense of fear lingered over our lives after my wife was diagnosed with cancer. This image was taken after her first day of chemotherapy. In the middle of what felt like a very dark time for my wife, she demonstrated a strong sense of hope and positivity. This image represents so much of what I was feeling - Faye at the start of her journey, with a calm sense of hope regardless of the storm surrounding her.
Distorted TV images (caused by wind blowing the antenna) of the first presidential debate epitomise the overbearing and interruptive style of Trump. These images are unique despite being transmitted globally as the resulting pixelated and blurred image was in itself unique to this moment in time and this television. At this stage it was assumed Clinton would win, with these images now showing an unexpected prescience.
A young man looks out at the beach during the anxious wait for the start as he prepares to swim the Coogee Island Challenge - a 2.4km circumnavigation of Wedding Cake Island. Ocean swimming is growing in popularity in Australia and events like this are typical around the country during the summer.
A cricket pitch painted on a concrete wall on the grounds of Melbourne’s Commission Flats. Hopefully, the kids playing there will notice the beauty and the simplicity of the image; that in addition to the purpose of the place, they also see its aesthetic.