Pyrmont

Under the Coat Hanger

Time Conquers All

Bjorg

Lane in CBD

Fish

Having seafood in Turkish seaside restaurants is a big deal. Most fish restaurants are closed during the day, preparing themselves for the night. Having a seafood dinner costs. Owners' job is to convince diners that every penny they paid was worth it.

The show starts with presenting the fish. This presentation for example is carefully constructed. Dusted ice represents sea foams. The pebbles and sea shells on both sides represent the seaside.

Harbour

Mother

Farewell

Tall humans

The Pin Bowl Player

The long hot summer

Reflections within

What do I see?

Parallel universes, all interlocked in their own space and time. Look closely, and you will see multitude of realities, cloned or dissimilar.

Funnily enough the taker of this picture, the master magician is missing. Or is he? Maybe he is hiding somewhere. But where is he, and how come he is not entangled in these reflections?

After realising the glass panels in front of me were laid out in slight angles, I hid my reflection carefully behind the column in the centre, that is why you can’t see me.

Yet the question remains, do I exist or not?

Prey's last glance

There is a giant spider in each city, preying on the dwellers. We only grasp the situation if we glance up and see the world through a thick web. Only then we realise it’s too late, only then onwards Life would never be the same.

A domino stone

I took this picture in Sydney, with several things in my mind. I have always been intrigued by advertisements filling odd spaces in the city. Regardless how I hate being disrupted by a commercial tip I don’t need, some of these can play well against otherwise dull cityscape, and flourishes unexpected art.

This is the back of a state owned bus. From this angle it looks like a strange domino stone, almost flat, but playful, as if just rolled down.

But something else struck me later. This picture also captures aggressiveness of commercialism. The advertisement uses every bit of space left out from the license plate, the number of the bus, warning signs and indicators. It is funny in one sense, and scary in another.

We look at art because we expect to be inspired. We look at advertisements because we can’t avoid them. Art is a choice, advertisements are not.

But Marketing came a long way. Modern Marketing, no longer being naive, realises attention grabbing is not everything. By imitating Art it tries to have free access to our emotions. This picture, with its mild colour palette, good use of area alignment and adherence to one third rule, shows a careful crossing between commercialism and Art. Perhaps after all we can live with it. Do we have a choice anyway?