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My friend Adrian, last Sunday on the eve of his 42nd birthday. I hadn’t used my large format in a while and seeing that I’ve been looking at ideas of friendship and relationships lately, this birthday visit was a great excuse for a portrait. Adrian and I hung out most days after school to skate. I’m grateful to know him and his family who, as a whole, were very supportive of me – like a second family. I ate heaps of their food too :)  High-res

My friend Adrian, last Sunday on the eve of his 42nd birthday. I hadn’t used my large format in a while and seeing that I’ve been looking at ideas of friendship and relationships lately, this birthday visit was a great excuse for a portrait. Adrian and I hung out most days after school to skate. I’m grateful to know him and his family who, as a whole, were very supportive of me – like a second family. I ate heaps of their food too :) 

A hilly area –  the top of a mountain I guess – is populated by middle class homes, set into the hillside to look out and beyond. One day near the top, I found a weird cave like entrance but, blocked by a large boulder - not unlike in the movies. A small hole was part of this facade and I was invited to place a tuber like object into the hole. The object had a string on it with a rubber like ball at it’s end. I fed the tuber in and some mechanics took hold, drawing it inside, the rubber ball becoming lodged at the entrance.
The boulder started to lift like one of those garage doors and a purple light streamed out through the entrance. I realised, this was a enterprise of some sort - like a theme park.
Going inside there was much activity with staff ready to attend to your needs (or take your money). Strange foods lined the small refrigerated display unit, much of which were brightly coloured and seemingly emulating meat products. I noticed the parts of these food could be bought individually (in bulk packs) but I bought some hot chips to be safe. As tasty as chips are, I was reminded of the regret I sometimes feel afterwards. Perhaps I should have tried something different this time.
Trying to place ’the place’ on the hill pretty well was weird - I mean I thought I knew this neighbourhood pretty well. Was it inside the mountain? That tall fence up next to the blue house, is it on the other side of that? Why hadn’t I known about this before… it felt Ok though. Not to know the answer. I felt safe there in it’s warm and friendly unfamiliarity.    High-res

A hilly area –  the top of a mountain I guess – is populated by middle class homes, set into the hillside to look out and beyond. One day near the top, I found a weird cave like entrance but, blocked by a large boulder - not unlike in the movies. A small hole was part of this facade and I was invited to place a tuber like object into the hole. The object had a string on it with a rubber like ball at it’s end. I fed the tuber in and some mechanics took hold, drawing it inside, the rubber ball becoming lodged at the entrance.

The boulder started to lift like one of those garage doors and a purple light streamed out through the entrance. I realised, this was a enterprise of some sort - like a theme park.

Going inside there was much activity with staff ready to attend to your needs (or take your money). Strange foods lined the small refrigerated display unit, much of which were brightly coloured and seemingly emulating meat products. I noticed the parts of these food could be bought individually (in bulk packs) but I bought some hot chips to be safe. As tasty as chips are, I was reminded of the regret I sometimes feel afterwards. Perhaps I should have tried something different this time.

Trying to place ’the place’ on the hill pretty well was weird - I mean I thought I knew this neighbourhood pretty well. Was it inside the mountain? That tall fence up next to the blue house, is it on the other side of that? Why hadn’t I known about this before… it felt Ok though. Not to know the answer. I felt safe there in it’s warm and friendly unfamiliarity.   

I’ve been revisiting a bit of Hal Hartley lately so, in honour of this, here’s my periodical sharing of the awesome Hal Hartley ‘Simple Men’ dance.

I went back to my old share house today and picked up my vinyl collection. Most importantly, I need this album. It in some way, forms part of the work I’m doing at the moment. It’s pertinent to my early memories of Dad’s relationship with my Step-mum Sylvia, specifically the song You and I.

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