My twilight landscapes from the Wimmera series portray the stark dryness of Lake Hindmarsh, devoid of human presence.
Years of drought had taken their toll on Lake Hindmarsh, but in early 2011, it had experienced a remarkable revival through regional flooding. As I discovered, this lake can turn from an aquatic paradise to an arid landscape in the blink of an eye, and during these dry periods, it remains a secluded and solitary haven. At night this place was magical, with the long-dead trees bathing in the wild glow of firelight and torch beams. The full moon, a silent collaborator in my process, turned the landscape into a living canvas. Under the stars, amidst the stillness, I returned to my childhood days on our family farm in Poland, where I had felt a similar connection to the land.
At Lake Hindmarsh, the boundary between land and water is as elusive as the passage of time itself. The beauty of nature is vivid and fleeting, a reminder of our own transience.