Portrait practice in the studio.
- Family table: this wooden table has been in the dining room since forever. It is like the nucleus of the house. It is a creative place, a dining place, a place to talk. I live on my own at the family home now, everyone has moved out, this table has so many memories connected to it. It literally has our family name carved into it, along with a lot of other carvings by my brothers and I over the years. The carvings by my brother Dominic are all the more special and meaningful as he passed away in 1997. This table is a piece of my family history. It is a quality wooden table and it is a great place to be!
- Window sill: I love gardening and this window sill is a place where a lot seedlings are started. I have successfully sprouted 13 avocado seeds on this sill, there is one left to go. Plus a range of other plants such as twisted willow, herbs, cacti and many other things. It is a place of growth and death, many plants have not taken or survived. It is a place of trial and error.
- Garden; a place of life and death: Did I mention I love gardening? I have set up little nooks all throughout the inside and outside of my house for starting seeds and propagating cuttings and what not. I have had many successes and just as many failures with my plants. What this place means to me is the idea of continuation, growth, death and above all never giving up! I also love photographs of plants. I follow a lot of plant photographers on Instagram and they are a great inspiration for me to grow plants and take photos of them! I want to tell the story of the life and death in this place/these places. I was thinking of just photographing one area, however I have so many lovely plants that I might “branch out” and take photos of the different places around my garden that show this growth and death. I love the minimalist look, and also the silhouettes of plants, so I have had a go at taking a few shots in that style and I will see how I go. I would also like to illustrate the Japanese concept ‘wabi-sabi’ in my photos. It is the beauty in imperfection. It is asymmetry. It is damaged objects. It is transience and the cycle of birth, life and death. It is accepting that nothing can ever be truly immaculate, things will be affected by time and wear and tear and that it is OK that they are.