I did an interview recently and my interest in photography came up, and it really got me thinking about where it all begun, which was at this point. The grey part of my life. At one of the many high schools I went to, Lynall Hall, I got a chance to explore photography. In our art class, we were able to take part in a special project with a photographer.. (I cannot remember her name. I know she did some wonderful photographs of children and often, I was very rude to her. I remember feeling guilty about that but as an arsehole teen, I did very little about it.) We were given Ilford disposable cameras to shoot on. They were a lot of fun, I remember just walking around Melbourne taking so many photographs. It resulted in a group exhibition in St Kilda. I think Fitzroy Street. My first ever exhibition. Crazy! I think I was sixteen.
This photo was taken in Echuca, Victoria. My Mum and I went to stay a few nights as we had some relatives that were in their last days. I don’t remember where my Mum and I were going, but we walked past this burnt down shop front and I remember just taking a quick, seemingly thoughtless snap.
When this came up in the dark room, it just stood out from all the other pictures on the roll of film. I don’t know how I have managed to hang onto this image and loose everything else. But here it is.
