The Age of Longing

Tasmania’s wild places fill me with longing. I long to once again stand atop a mountain peak, to amble through forested valleys, to feel the waters as they inexorably carry the land back to the seas.

To step beyond the safe and constructed environment of my daily existence is a rare and precious experience, one which I take with reservation for there is a paradox: is the wilderness wild if there are visitors in it? I long for the wild, but must we impose our presence on every environment? Is to visit a delicate, fragile place for emotional gratification a perversity? Such arguments are complex and ouroborean, and yet I still long for the ideal of the wild, for places where humanity is not.

This work is of such a yearning. It is not of a specific location or time, but of desire. It is an extrapolation of experience and of longing, past, present and future.