King of the Castle
2006, 100 x 184 cms
We'd been out east of Whitegate collecting wood one morning, the car and trailer stacked as usual with as many kids as we could squeeze in. I took some random shots and pieced them together later, then realising that a lovely little meandering composition might be derived. I regard the figures as musical notations scripted onto the landscape, concluding with the abrupt punctuation of Gaston Hayes astride that weird contraption that had been abandoned, like so much other vehicular trash, for reclamation by the climate and bush.