The Fox and the Night Cannon Men 1
Oil on linen
112 x 122cm
I feel uneasy when I see the relic of a coastal defence site. There is a silent threat present, a history of implied violence, something foreboding and ghostly. For me it’s a record of those split seconds when the atmosphere was halted and the glare of explosives cut through and scattered all that was around. Opening a crack in time to what was there before? A time when the law was different and dreams were not the same.
It was an old Movie Tone News Reel that is played in the visitors centre at North Head that inspired this painting. This is a collage, a collection of thoughts and feelings that have come together to challenge an idea about invasion, what it means and who invades who?