Years ago I somehow and unwillingly ended up teaching art. “Line” was in the syllabus and I became a bit obsessed with learning what it meant before I fronted year 7 who were well aware of my limitations: “You're not an art teacher, are you miss?” Suddenly my world was resolved into edges, outlines, verges, rims, borders, margins, perimeters, peripheries, boundaries, margins. That's all I saw. Fine in the familiarity of my Broken Hill home, but a bit disconcerting when I flew into Sydney airport and found the same thing happening there. I needed my airports to possess a third dimension.
It's happening again. This time my world is deconstructing into triangles, and my photographic eye trawls my landscape seeking out the triangular, sometimes enclosed by a third side, sometimes a third side only hinted at by absence, and sometimes sharp angles and straight lines wobbling into a Dali-esque swerve.
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You have a wonderful eye for the subtle and these photos educate me to look for that. My favourite from this series is the one of elongated triangles with shells at their apices, the creation of sea meeting land.
This one seems to be the people’s favourite. You, another friend with immaculate artistic credentials, my fourteen year old grand-daughter, and my son who envisages it printed on canvas. You educate me to look at my own photos with new eyes: this wouldn’t have been my pick. Thank you.