Kahlo in the Garden - Limited Edition of 1 Photograph

Taken from my current collection: Deasil - this image (and others in the series) were germinated from the following seminal innovation: Since losing his sight, my father (now in his eighties) taps his way to the local swimming pool. He sits in the old family home, listening to audiobooks with his head tilted toward the sound. Last year, leaving Australia for the first time, he travelled to Italy. As he stood in the Pantheon, my sister described the oculus to him. The circular shaped hole in the ceiling. The eye of sky. Since returning, Dad talks about his childhood, parents and grandparents. The images still clear, vivid, sharp in his mind’s eye. I began to reflect on inevitability - not in a morbid, gloomy sense - more in a curious human condition kinda way. Thinking that one day, my father will be a memory. His memories existing only in the memories of his progeny. In turn, our memories and recollections of the human ‘me’ ,'us', 'them' - will exist momentarily - just a flash through a living mind. The trajectory of life and these labelled transitions we pass through: boy, son, father, builder, pilot, grandfather: able, less-able etc. girl, woman, mother, painter, writer and so on... I considered the thousands of years of human memories – memories of memories of other people's memories…all fading, entropically, autumnally. With few exceptions, most of us - only a coupla generations down the track - will cease to be even neural impulses zapping through living mind (s). Michelangelo’s landlord. Beethoven’s dog. Boudica’s mother. Impermanence in mind, I shot Deasil through my skull - looking at the inter-relationships entwining: resilience, adaptation, mortality and memory. Using an X-ray of my cranium and the relative, microscopic lens of my daily experience - I began the work. Eye of human through eye of camera through eye of skull. Recording, creating - inverting micro to macro. The oculus seen from above then from below. The collection as a metaphoric ‘signal’. A blinking lamp. A code flashed at the collective eye. The Lazy eye. The Wall-eye-Eye-on-a-Wall. The blinkered vision. Twitch it widdershins from pestilence and buffoonery. Aye. Using a torch and a $2 headlamp, I back-lit photos from the 70s. X-ray in foreground. I incorporated subjects imbued with personal meaning: 'Wallaby Yorrick' (a marsupial skull I found in the sugar-cane field), a stained-glass artwork from a friend, some spiderwebs spanning the orange trees and flowers blooming round a grave out the back garden. Throughout the process I've scratched down details of each piece –handwritten notes for a future self. An account of the minutiae. The details that fade so fast: Ant bites, sunburn, lying in the grass waiting, carefully, craftily ensnaring images as they fly. I jotted the mechanics - the thoughts driving my choices. Angles. Light. Subjects. The symbolic, literal and figurative intent of Deasil as it passed, shuddering, through my form. Post-obsession. Motion now moves onward; scattering breadcrumbs for me to grasp when squinting back through memory's mist. When trying to recall the force that drove Deasil.

Photography:Color on Paper

Original:One-of-a-kind Artwork

Size:18 W x 16 H x 0.1 D in

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