The world forgets its name.
What remains is seeing,
slow, infinite, unbound.
At the Edge of Seeing
These images were shot at Drummoyne Wharf on one of those magnificent photographic mornings when the honour and sometimes the city stand still as the fog rolls in....
Series Notes
This collection exists where documentary and abstraction meet. The fog acts as a form of erasure, stripping away the recognisable Sydney Harbour and revealing something more universal... a reflection on visibility, atmosphere, and the boundary between the known and the unknown. The boats become ghost-like figures, hints rather than clear forms. There's a quiet melancholy here, but also a calm sense of suspension, as if the weather has blurred the notion of time itself.