Untitled 2009 - 2011

This photograph was taken by John Gossage. It’s modest in scale and the colours are muted, somehow it seems to me like the image itself is holding its breath. I'm always fascinated by what an artist chooses to include and exclude. In this photograph, what do the gestures mean? Is it a game of ‘rock, paper, scissors’ with ice thrown in as a wild card? It is a photograph of a hot day, the sun blazing down, and the young boy shading his eyes from the glare. I think about the light, heat and the architecture and it makes me wonder where this place is, and how it felt to be there. It reminds me that being an artist means trusting your intuition and embracing ambiguity, and that photographs, like paintings, continue to speak across time.