Where is the way amongst these staves of spindly coppiced trunks and over the broken ground that leads off into perplexity? Confusion and chaos confront us in this landscape. To make images of it challenges even sight.
For a human being the landscape is understood in a transit which the camera’s glass cyclops forgets. How can one snatched moment indicate a sense of direction that only the span of time can return? But with two eyes, from where we stand we are in two places at once, and at two points in our course.
This product of our physical evolution, photography imitates with the familiar stereo pair. The device blends two unyieldingly parallel lines of vision so that our eyes can reconstitute a three dimensional scene. But it is cardboard scenery, containing only an expectation of space and missing the skeleton dimension of time.
""These images come to me from discoveries I make when walking amongst the ruins and traces of old settlements in the Central Goldfields - its a time when I think about my life and the people in it, musing also on the lives of other people who inhabited the area one hundred and more years ago. Amongst the glitter of quartz and shale fragments I might catch the white of a piece of porcelain, a shard from a discarded plate or washbowl or cup.
"When scratched out of the clay most are disappointingly blank, but many are patterned with designs sun-bleached to a startling cerulean. Occasionally a revelation is made - distant hills, a building, rowers, a fountain, figures in an imagined idyllic landscape that existed on someone's crockery. Perhaps the design was chosen and treasured for the way it reminded them of a distant home or brought something beautiful into hard lives.
"Usually, I make portraits of people and relationships using the environment of the photograph as a way of revealing and understanding them. Portraits are an attempt to describe a person's life in one image - a ridiculous undertaking, but one that for me is the most important form of art because (if they are good) they become treasured as miniatures or fragments of real people. These pictures are portraits too, but the environment consists of these found patterns and images and the lives inlaid on them are real, remembered or imagined.".