An ephemeral figure in copper wire rising from a cast bronze base featuring the husk of a body laying face down in front of a chair.
Dimensions h,w,d (approx): 50, 40, 20cm
The things I have made.
An ephemeral figure in copper wire rising from a cast bronze base featuring the husk of a body laying face down in front of a chair.
Dimensions h,w,d (approx): 50, 40, 20cm
Anonymous was an art school photography project, ostensibly for a lightroom printing subject. I decided to use it to try a gonzo-journalist approach to documenting the anti-Scientology protests being conducted by the Anonymous movement in Sydney from the mid to late 2000s.
I arrived masked, everyone at the protest was masked. I informed the people I photographed of the nature of the photography in which I was engaged. I shot the images with my brand new iPhone 3GS. They were then processed with colour and emphasis intents, and a strong pixelation compression was applied to the subjects.
These images are presented at 50% scale, in png format. The nature of the pixelation I’ve applied means it’s very hard to recompress them, without losing the very detail I worked to create, so 50% reduction in size is the only way to achieve acceptable web file sizes.
This is a first year college piece modelled from a lifemodel.
It is constructed of steel and ethernet cable in continuous lengths from foot to foot.
Dimensions h,w,d: 100, 55, 20cm
When it comes to panoramas, this is my masterwork so far.
The other end of the Enmore tunnel, it’s a pair of staircases, perpendicular to the tunnel itself, and is the very reason I got into panoramic imagery – to hunt down these filthy run down inner city locations, and find the beauty of their geometry. I’m going to get back into it in a big way in the near future hopefully.
This tunnel is one of the great and interesting locations of Enmore. Said to be haunted (suuuure) it’s almost certainly had its share of muggings and unpleasantness over the years. It’s such an obvious ambush location you can’t help but feel trepidation as you walk through it.
At one stage it was filled with graffiti, really good graffiti that must have been decades old, well before the artless tagging style that arose in the 90s. Much of it actually brushwork. The council in their wisdom decided to destroy that particular bit of local history and repaint it all with a fresh coat of yellow. In the 7 or so years since it’s filled with grafiti again, but it’s all spraycan tagging crap.
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