This is what happens when I go bush. A friend and art critic once said " Brian, you know too much" He meant that my imagination is haunted by my very acute visual memory of every art work I have ever seen. Ok, but is this Corot or Turner, or one of Turners derivatives among the Australian colonials? Do I photograph only what I have seen before? Or does my memory of images past only recur when the image assumes the status of "art"?
These ancient deposits hold prehistoric evidence of human habitation and burial practice, as well as the extinct megafauna and fish that lived here. The lake was fed by snow melt when the land was much colder. No realistic photograph could convey the sense of otherness here. An other culture, an other time, an other geological era....
While my daughter slept warm in the tent, Dad risks life by drowning or freezing. You can take hundreds of photos of a subject, but ultimately its the light that reveals its magic. The title puns about my daughter asleep and the blanket of foam that carries the light through the image.
We had been to see the penguins come ashore at Phillip Island. In the carpark, the lights were eerie. I used them to take underexposed shots,bracing my camera where I could. I had no tripod. Manipulating the images later, the threat that fire presented to these nest burrowing sea creatures became obvious.
During a performance I saw Gabrielle looking out from the wings, waiting for her cue to enter. In the costume by Adrian Clarke it struck me how much she looked, not just a Renaissance Matriach, but in profile, how much like a Renaissance portrait in the manner of a Roman coin! It certainly expanded my photoshop skills.
Just another image derived from my victorian imagination, and a very early attempt to photoshop an image. Oh well, if Bougereau had photoshop, would he have painted any other way?
My garden in winter. Singer Sargent could have painted it.
A dust storm provided the ambience , Damons camera provided the pose, and photoshop did the rest. The mountain behind hints at wings.
At camp in Kupulwarnamyo the showers often come in the afternoon to ease the heat. When the sun hits, there are diamonds. This was taken from inside the tent.The dark background was sheer serendipity
Colour balanced in photoshop. Very low viewpoint almost at water level.
Lots of digital hokey pokey here.Took four images, two with flash but totally blind, and two in the half dark. It was enough.
In the dressing room the dancer needed a good back cracking and the jester obliged! It took hours to delete and replace all the paraphenalia of the dressing room, so the image was clean and simple. Again, costumes by Adrian Clarke. 2331x1820. 2.9MB JPG
No photoshop nonsense here. My youngest on the beach in Tasmania.