This project stems from my subjective experiences living with depression and the subsequent detachment from self and reality. The series takes on a melancholy feel in its focus on introspection, finding the beauty within sadness and using practice-led research to express, reflect and heal through creating.
The image series are printed and frozen in ice, then re-photographed.
Gold Digging Poet
Wet plate collodion image of Kev! Kev has had a very interesting life and has certainly had his fair share of hurdles in life . You can see that in his eyes and his skin, a great poet and writer and a gold digger.
His favourite thing in the world is to be out in the bush away from people digging for gold! An extremely intelligent man, a true survivor.
I’m still here do you see me
I’m still here, do you see me?
I am still here, still present, still alive, still me. My scars don’t define me and yet they are of me. Do you struggle to see past them, with them, through them, to me? My mental health battle is ugly, I am beautiful. Beauty doesn’t bestow happiness, I am not the girl who has everything, life doesn’t work like that. I can breathe, for now.
Robert Sherwood Duffield
This work is also prior to my seeking out psychiatric help. It depicts myself life-size pressed up against the picture plane, breaking apart and surrounded by darkness.
This is a pre-digital work and was produced by photocopying my entire body and using the photocopies to produce an expressive collage.
Runner Up Prizes
Isabella Akaleigh Jones
This is my grandmother Rosemary, who has the condition of dementia. Dementia is often perceived as a condition of only loss and deterioration. However, Rosemary lives each moment, basking in it’s light, and the emotions from each new lived experience colour her wellbeing. Dementia is not the end of creating memories.
Peak Design Award
Strength and Fragility
Facing away from the world, this young 12 year old is in a dark place, struggling with depression and anxiety caused by repeated bullying, her beautiful horse standing behind her. He is her emotional support; strong and majestic, he looks to the viewer reassuring that he is there for her. Her fragile state is revealed only by the single tear that runs down her cheek.
“I lost myself. My Autistic mind; a churn of information I could not let go of. I became its spin. A simulated abstraction of other people’s assumptions. I had no authentic self left to function from.” SIM is a failed attempt to signify the contradiction of people interpreting the Autistic/ADHD experience; becoming trapped in an information cycle of others making; the paradox of trying to communicate the unknown.
Loopy utilises mobile phone footage originally taken by filmmaker Lilly Warren in order to document the extent of her anxiety-driven facial tics for her psychologist. By manipulating the speed and looping elements of this raw footage, the film depicts the sensations of overwhelm and helplessness felt by the filmmaker during such episodes.