Foggy dawn, Inneston Lake, 2014, giclée print on Hahnemühle Photo Rag, 57 x 73 cm
LIGHT
30 August – 29 October 2014
Red Poles Gallery, McMurtrie Road, McLaren Vale – SHOWING NOW
Curated by Paul Atkins and Kate Burns and supported by Atkins Technicolour
LIGHT was a group exhibition by Atkins Artist Group for the Shimmer Photographic Biennale
FOLLOWING LIGHT
There’s a rush of packing, work left behind for a long-awaited, long weekend. First evening and a full moon lights our walk back through mallee bush after we’ve watched it rise serenely over a pink and white salt lake. The gypsum fire trail we follow cuts a luminous line through the scrub, no torchlight needed.
Next morning, it’s early and cold. In the near distance the ocean pounds the rocky shoreline. Clouds of spray swell over the shorebreak. We’ve woken to fog over the lake near to where we’re staying, it lies blanketed and mute. The lake is ringed by mallee, shallow and muddy at the edges. Boots succumb to the silty mud. The place is all stillness and calm, water fusing with sky over a fuzzy horizon of just discernible mallee, everything rendered monochrome in the pre-dawn light. The only movement comes from waterbirds. The light warms as the fog gradually lifts, sun penetrates and the sky empties to clear blue.
Sandra Elms, August 2014
Red Poles Gallery, McMurtrie Road, McLaren Vale – SHOWING NOW
Curated by Paul Atkins and Kate Burns and supported by Atkins Technicolour
LIGHT was a group exhibition by Atkins Artist Group for the Shimmer Photographic Biennale
FOLLOWING LIGHT
There’s a rush of packing, work left behind for a long-awaited, long weekend. First evening and a full moon lights our walk back through mallee bush after we’ve watched it rise serenely over a pink and white salt lake. The gypsum fire trail we follow cuts a luminous line through the scrub, no torchlight needed.
Next morning, it’s early and cold. In the near distance the ocean pounds the rocky shoreline. Clouds of spray swell over the shorebreak. We’ve woken to fog over the lake near to where we’re staying, it lies blanketed and mute. The lake is ringed by mallee, shallow and muddy at the edges. Boots succumb to the silty mud. The place is all stillness and calm, water fusing with sky over a fuzzy horizon of just discernible mallee, everything rendered monochrome in the pre-dawn light. The only movement comes from waterbirds. The light warms as the fog gradually lifts, sun penetrates and the sky empties to clear blue.
Sandra Elms, August 2014