35.9º South / Stuart Humphreys | Stuart Humphreys

  • Stuart Humphreys, Untitled, Murrumbidgee River, Adaminaby
  • Stuart Humphreys, It Never Stops, South Coast NSW
  • Stuart Humphreys, No One Noticed, Hollbrook, NSW
  • Stuart Humphreys, Subaqueous, Lake Eucumbene, NSW
  • Stuart Humphreys, See You Tonight, Moruya, NSW
  • Stuart Humphreys, Brooks Lane I, Cooma, NSW
  • Stuart Humphreys, Southern Storm II, Lake George, NSW
  • Stuart Humphreys, Brooks Lane II, Cooma, NSW
  • Stuart Humphreys, Untitled, Bungendore, NSW
  • Stuart Humphreys, After Leaving, South Coast, NSW
  • Stuart Humphreys, Alluvium, Lake Eucumbene, NSW
  • Stuart Humphreys, Does it Matter, Lake George, NSW
  • Stuart Humphreys, Ebb and Flow, Tasman Sea, NSW
  • Stuart Humphreys, Ayako dreaming, Adamidaby NSW
  • Stuart Humphreys, Emerald, South Coast, NSW
  • Stuart Humphreys, Lightness Of Being II, Tasman Sea, NSW
  • Stuart Humphreys, Empyrean, Moruya, NSW
  • Stuart Humphreys, Old Town, Lake Eucumbene NSW
  • Stuart Humphreys, Lightness of Being I, Lake George, NSW
  • Stuart Humphreys, Shadows on Green, Lake George, NSW
  • Stuart Humphreys, Lento, Lake Eucumbene, NSW
  • Stuart Humphreys, Southern Storm I, Lake George NSW
  • Stuart Humphreys, Those Times, Tasman Sea, NSW
  • Stuart Humphreys, Back In '85, South Coast NSW
  • Stuart Humphreys, 1000 Years of Solitude, South Coast, NSW
  • Stuart Humphreys, An Evening To Remember, Moruya, NSW
  • Stuart Humphreys, Years After, Kiandra, NSW
  • Stuart Humphreys, Foliage, Snowy Mountain Highway, Kiandra, NSW

35.9º South / Stuart Humphreys
23 September - 11 October 2010

35.9º South- Artist’s Statement

I consider myself an artist who uses the medium of photography as a means of expression. These images are not a travel log, not a precise documentation of place, they are fragments, symbols and allegories. They speak of people, moments and events that have been a part of my experience.

35.9° South refers to the latitude that has become my palette. Adaminaby, Lake Eucumbene and the surrounding high country have been (and still are) a rich source of clouds, reflections and open space. For reasons I’m not able to explain it’s a place that allows the eye of my eyes to see with absolute clarity. Many of the colours and shapes that end up on the film seem to find me, rather than me having to seek them out.

Moruya on the south coast of NSW is a place my wife and I go to unwind. Surrounded by the ocean, fresh air and the odd possum, it’s easy to slip into the more gentle rhythms of life. Many years ago, as a teenager I started to discover surf spots up and down the south coast. My mates and I would pile into the old VW on Friday after work, often not returning ‘til Sunday night. Out in the water, the visual feast which accompanied those dawn sessions was just as alluring as the act of actually catching a wave. The play between the water and light, the sky and clouds was like a 3D kaleidoscope. I remember thinking what a shame that not everyone could experience such moments.

I would like my images to be regarded as visual poems. When I read how Wordsworth would stride through the Lake District, stopping occasionally to write about his experience and how it moved him, I felt like I was reading about a kindred spirit.