This week has been sticky and stormy, the kind weather that makes most people’s moods plummet. But such turbulence brings out the Romantic in me, the person who would love to dash across the windswept moors with Heathcliff and Cathy, or leap off the rocks in Caspar David Friedrich’s “Wanderer above a Sea of Fog”.
Instead, and clearly with more sense, I’ve been strolling through the alleys behind Comur Street, the main drag of Yass, searching for close-ups and textures. In this image, we have the door of a storage shed, the tiles on the Westpac Bank veranda and a rusted sheet of corrugated iron. The black, hand-painted borders are inspired by Karen Michel, whose altered photographs are tastier than a wedge of rich, dark chocolate cake.
Instead, and clearly with more sense, I’ve been strolling through the alleys behind Comur Street, the main drag of Yass, searching for close-ups and textures. In this image, we have the door of a storage shed, the tiles on the Westpac Bank veranda and a rusted sheet of corrugated iron. The black, hand-painted borders are inspired by Karen Michel, whose altered photographs are tastier than a wedge of rich, dark chocolate cake.
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