The Wairarapa is a magical place. Raw landscapes of tussock and eucalyptus trees give way to untamed coastlines, shipwrecks and lighthouses. Organic textures with hills of velvet and sunset hues of blue and gold.
Where the environment is harsh and dramatic and no longer inhabited lies a land which evokes a sense of desolation, loneliness and tragedy. A lone tree sits hanging onto life in a dry river bed, a haunted house on a hill, and a chair where once a person sat, remind me of childhood ghost stories and urban folklore. This is a set of images shot in the unforgiving landscape around Queenstown, the Wairarapa and Southland.
This is my home. This is Wellington. This is the place i love. These images have been taken over the last 3 years when i have been out running the streets and hills of the city. I count myself incredibly lucky to be able to combine one passion with another like this and this is my daily ritual.
The tenuous nature of things
As we move through life we are in a constant grapple between loss and gain. We are in a perpetual state of flux, moving forward and leaving behind what is gone.
Our families are the most important thing to us. Our children grow so fast that moments are quickly lost, one phase of life gives in to another. This is the tenuous nature of life, transition, reflection, loss and gain. Memories of what once was and dreams of what is to come.
The Tenuous Nature of Things was exhibited at Photospace gallery, in Wellington, 2017 from 25th August to 16th September as part of the "four" group exhibition. It is the first large scale conceptual project from the photographer.