In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
- John McCrae, 1915.
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
- John McCrae, 1915.
Taken within the Port Arthur Convict Site, these images revolve around the irony in which beauty can take shape within such inhumane and chaotic surroundings.
Within this body of work, I focused on the use of colour and natural beauty to shape my images. Due to the natural landscape being unforgiving and dominant, I decided to steer towards the progression of nature and the beauty it represents.
As opposed to my previous work which dealt with quite linear interpretations of destructive qualities, I found myself taking a slightly different outlook to my interest, having natural creation relevant while working with unaffected forms and the progression of time.
Colour has always found dominance within my work. Because of the vibrant colours used within these two images, I found reference from work during then impressionist period; Claude Monet being my main source of visual inspiration.
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