Time in America – The Twin Towers Monument

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On visiting the Twin Towers Memorial in September 2014


Their names have carved

These holes upon our universe

That will not

Be unmade


I touch my hand to the gap that is the space

In which their essence used to be

The sum of moments that they lived and breathed


These letters are

A sharp edged strange division in the Fabric

That is cast upon us for the passing years

In which they are no more


There are more people who visit –

Day to day

Standing, staring

Never forgetting –


Than those who were the victims

Of this space which now descends in rushing water

To the depths of futures we cannot foresee


So it is for those of us

Who meet them

Now that they are gone


They are but the footprints

Of their buildings

And the steel of lives

Who live no more


Yet there are more of us





In a place that is the memory of another


Which used to be


Those who seek

To break the human Spirit

Should first understand it.


The water will flow

Into the unseen

And we will watch

The droplets



Time in America – Artists and Exhibitions

I should have realised that there just wouldn’t be time to complete a travel journal blog, given how much we were intending to do in the US in those 4 and a ½ weeks. What I also should have anticipated was that it would all go mad when we came home and had to get back into work and all the other mundane things that are part and parcel of normal life. I will over time post images of the trip to the US, but I think one of the most amazing things I have taken out of the US is inspiration from the art. There were so many galleries, and so little time. The surface was barely scratched, but that said, it started some new thinking, an exploration of graphic art and design, a clarity about my wish to express the chaos of depression and it’s affect upon my work.

Only one day was available to me to wander through Chelsea, going from gallery to gallery and “arting myself out” as we termed it. Even then, many of the galleries were in change over between exhibitions. I can only promise myself that I will go back again one day, when I have the money to. But even that short time made a difference to me, and I have come back quite changed from it, to see the Australian art world with very altered eyes. But that’s another story, and one as an artist not an art critic, I’m not so interested in telling. For me, what mattered were the works and the artists. The wonderful opportunity to go from door to door seeing something new everywhere. I didn’t like all of it, I wasn’t impressed by all of it, but I didn’t expect to be. The standard was incredible though, and the atmosphere of being in a place that was largely devoted to art: How wonderful is that?

Several contemporary artists deserve a mention on this blog, for being the ones which truly blew me away, that opened up my mind and sent it spinning back into the creative universe new and energised again! Here is a brief summary of a couple of them:

Those who have followed the development of my work know the special place that trees hold for me. These symbols of life, of roots, of time, are so precious to me and the way that I think. Their shelter, their transformations from the elements and because of fire and thanks to man, their wealth and cover, their starkness. All of these things, the different faces of a tree, who can but not look and wonder? Certainly not me.

In one Chelsea gallery, which had left me rather cold and uninterested, I dragged myself into the back exhibition space, with the thought that I shouldn’t leave a corner unlooked at just in case – and I saw my first Stephane Erouane Dumas. Then another, and another. I stood and stared. This one below was the particular one which made my soul leap:


Light, colour, temperature and season: The spirit of a tree. That was all contained in this beautiful, beautiful work. I was heartbroken to find that the gallery didn’t sell his catalogue, and that the previous catalogues of his work I couldn’t find for sale anywhere. Instead I console myself with regularly viewing his website, and the websites of galleries who show his work. Here are a few links to those for anyone who feels the same as I do, as well as a couple of images, just to give you a feel for his work.

Stephane Erouane Dumas







And from one tree to another – the works of Jiyong Park. Such a different, three dimensional representation. And so beautifully symbolic. These tiny metallic wire trees on their canvas, leaking green life onto the surface, reaching out and yet trapped in glass, their roots stretching down. I could have stood and stared at these forever. The reference in the title to this series was religious. It may be that they are representations of the fig tree as so famously told of in the bible. But that is not my interest in them.

For me it will remain a depiction of their elemental nature. Their poignancy and their presence. Their hothouse swinging in the breeze of the air conditioner. Their rise and fall on the shelves against the gallery wall, on the upturned glasses. This is what touched me and entranced me. What a wonderful exhibition.

Jiyong Park





Moving on from the 3d rendition of a lifelike object to the amazingly abstract pieces of the artist Kaloon Chhour. Vibrant, fascinating, intriguing and striking. Another I stood in front of and simply marvelled. I was lucky enough to pick up a book on this artist from the gallery and it was very interesting to see how his past and his culture has influenced his use of colour and the compositions. That understanding gives such a greater depth to what are just unbelievable abstract works. These are images that jump off the canvas and the page at you, the computer screen does not do them justice.


Kaloon Chhour




There were more artists and more wonderful experiences, but for now, these will suffice. I hope that they give you the pleasure they gave me.



Fireworks: a Celebration of Community Resilience – Art Exhibition

For those who are around the Blue Mountains this weekend drop in and see this wonderful exhibition being held at the Springwood Community Arts Centre; a couple of pieces of my work and the artwork of my mother and so many talented local artists will be showcased in it.

It’s a wonderful expression of the community’s dedication to recovery, it’s bravery, strength and sense of togetherness. I am so proud and privileged to be a part of it.

It opens tonight, Friday 10th October from 6pm-8pm and is open all weekend.


Time in America – The Hoh Temperate Rainforest

Time is the impenetrable green

Of forest death and rebirth

One upon the other

As they fall and are devoured

Become the young


Grows around and up through

The roots

Of all that came before


We are but the transient footprints

On the path

Of a geological age

Measured not in

Years that we

Can understand

So invisible in the travel

Our we


The air has seen us come and go before

But the land does

Not care.

Through Temperate Rainforest 2

Through Temperate Rainforest 3

Through Temperate Rainforest 1

Through Temperate Rainforest 5

Time in America – Jet Lag

It would be nice if these images all ran in their appropriate narrative order but that may not happen!

The concept behind Time in America as a travel narrative is simple. So often we say, I remember our time in so and so. But what it is it exactly? The period of days that we spend in a location, the experience of seconds, minutes, hours and days as we stop there? As a traveler there is “your” own time, that brief moment of moving through a landscape and people, and there is the countries time – measured in months, years, centuries and geological periods.

My blog is the experience of my time, brief and inconsequential in the long history of the place: in this case America.


The first couple of images are about the sensation of flying across the world, changing time zones, losing sense of day and night, and then suddenly coming to terra firma again. They are called the Airport Hotel:

The Airport Hotel 1

The Airport Hotel 2

Time in America 1 – Horizons over the Pacific

I should have known that any travel blog from me would be sporadic, disjointed and no where near what I had intended.

Never mind.

At least I am starting at the beginning. One of the defining moments of my evolution into a fine art photographer was viewing Murray Frederick’s Salt exhibition, and seeing the accompanying video. My love of abstract and my dreams of being a landscape photographer were fused in inspiration thanks to that unbelievably stunning series of works.

As I sat, staring out of the plane, waiting for the sun to rise over Hawaii and the next stage of my journey to begin, I saw the horizon line and I was reminded of Salt. Instead of the salt flats of Lake Eyre, I had the sky and sun over the Pacific Ocean. With only the iphone to play with, I set about fighting with it to make sure it didn’t focus. These images are meant to be abstract, unclear and dreamy. They are the beauty at the end of a 10 hour flight. The rise from darkness to light at 30000 feet. The coming to an end of what so often seems like an interminable journey. If only to be the start of another one.

They, as the rest of my travel narrative will be, are designed to be little. Small, insignificant photos that mark the passing of our time in America.

I am, as I realised in the Hoh Rainforest, Washington State on day one of our trip, the photographer of the little things: here they are –

Clouds 1





Inclusion in Wide Open Digital 2

It’s with great pleasure that I announce that several of my works have been selected for the online exhibition Wide Open Digital 2 – for Digital Arts: California.

It’s a real honour to have my work displayed alongside such talented digital artists.

Check out the amazing exhibition at: http://www.digitalartscalifornia.com/


The Dragonfly

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