I visited the home of Brooke and Chris - both incredible musicians, and Brooke a very talented florist. I was treated to music through the windows, some floral arranging, and much lovely conversation.
Brooke and I spoke about how scary it is do quit a stable job, and to start something on your own. We both found that this experience of isolation has let us know we are on the right path. I have noticed some things that I need to change, I don't want to return to 'normal' once this is done.
Brooke played some violin for me, I played viola as a child, and wonder what life would be like if I didn't give it up.
For a photograph together, I suggested that maybe they could play together - they agreed, Chris on a gorgeous 70s Rhodes keyboard, and Brooke on the violin.
They played this gorgeous melody together, I was taking photographs, but definitely taking my time; it was the most gorgeous sound and experience. After they stopped, I asked if they had been playing a song they know, or improvising....
I spent some time with Claire, Ben, and little Albie a few evenings ago. Claire and I used to work next door to each other - she and her sister own a bloody awesome store called Ruck Rover - go visit once this is all over. The premises used to be on Chelmsford Road in Mount Lawley, and I worked in a shop next door, Libertine.
Claire invited me to observe a typical evening in the household, feeding, washing, and getting their seven month old ready for bed. It was just the most normal, everyday magic unfolding, and I felt privileged to witness. She showed me her grandmothers clock, her most special possession, it tells the wrong time.
Albie tried capsicum for the first time, and was transfixed by seeing the face of a new person peering in the window.
Life for Ben and Claire is more or less as it would have been, without the restrictions. The first seven months of Albie's life has flown by, and determines much of their schedule. Claire wishes that she could have had a truly self indulgent qu...
Jess and I have socialised in the same circles for many many years, but only became close while we worked and stayed overnight together for two days down south. She needed someone to help her out on a job, and the candidate needed a strong stomach.. I couldn't help but bite. On the hours long drive, we talked about everything - relationships, what it's like to own a business, to work for ourselves.
Without going into the details of the work we were doing, for me it was an experience that will stay with me forever - the sounds, smells, and emotions, all experienced through layers of PPE. Incidentally, this is one of the only times in my life that I can use to empathize with the measures that health workers need to adhere to to keep themselves and patients safe.
Hot, sweaty, uncomfortable, with seemingly constant boot- and hand-washing. The ear and eye protection necessary to enter the work areas made for a strange detachment from reality - similar to a feeling of being underwater; slow mo...
Yesterday, I drove to the hills to meet with Imogen; the first session for my series of portraiture in isolation, exploring the spaces and activities, and beauty of isolation. During the session we had no contact, we spoke on the phone for one and a half hours, and all photographs were taken through the beautiful windows of her family home.
I find the sometimes vulnerable process of opening up to a stranger through portraiture can be a catalyst for speaking about deep issues very quickly, but I have found that during this time of isolation, almost all conversations naturally head to much deeper topics.
We spoke about the meaning of home, and travel, and how spending a winter in Iceland has strangely prepared her for this time in her life - through appreciating what is really necessary to survive and feel at home in a space, the importance of routine, and the feelings that resulted after the snowy quarantine had lifted.
We spoke about the way this new way of living has affected our pu...