More reflections, echoing from the concrete in an empty city…
Imagine a city without people. Without rushing. Without traffic. Without the smell of coffee. Without the sound of buskers threading on the wind.
What patterns would we find, in that place? What noise would disturb it, what flashes of colour would drive it?
Time is my canvas, and my brush is the light. The longer the time, the lighter each stroke of the brush becomes.
With a slow enough line, we all start to fade and blur.
With a slow enough line, we all start to disappear.
I have found myself snagged on the world of green.
I left a small thread of me there, caught on the edge of the wilderness,
Somewhere between the mountains and the forest.
And now I can still feel it
Every now and then I catch myself on a memory
And the thread, stretched tight to where I am now,
Hums and sings, and the sound calls me away to the other place
Where I belong.
We stitch our lines across the sky, dividing it into tiny patches, blocking out the blue with our glass and concrete.
We draw the buildings tight, firming the sutures.
And just like that, it all disappears. Day and night. Light and dark. Sun and rain. And still we pull the threads tighter and tighter.
Waiting for our wounds to heal.
We’re all made of this:
trembling, tender, delicate, alert,
and strong –
We’re all made of this
it’s just the shape that changes between us.
It’s a simple invitation, encountered on a random wandering. It’s an invitation of sorts, to adventure, intrigue, a new path, a new story, a new direction.
Follow me, it says, casting its calling in the arrows on the walls. And follow I do, though to where, I don’t yet know…
Hello. As you may be aware, a while ago now I undertook a 365 project, and made it through the year. I enjoyed it immensely – I learnt a great deal more about photography, post-processing, writing, and myself as a photographer and artist. I was sure, coming off the end of that project, that I had established something – momentum, possibly – that would carry me through continued art making.
And for a while, it did.
And then I stopped.
Oh sure, I moved to another state, began a new (demanding) job, and found myself in an entirely different landscape to the one I knew how to see. But really, that’s just life, and I can’t blame a lack of artistic drive on life…
So now, I want to start moving again (photographically speaking!). I figure I could wait until I feel comfortable enough in my location, familiar enough with a way of seeing this new environment, and then start photographing again. Or, I could use photography to become familiar with my new location. So let’s give that a go – let’s return to the 365 project. Version 2. This time, rather than constraints of equipment, I’m going to go for constraints of location.
For the next 365 days, I’ll show you what I see of my new city. 365 views of this wonderful, welcoming, intriguing city of Melbourne.
Let’s start here, and now, with day 1. Hope you’ll stick around for the next 364…
Here’s to new beginnings…