A reflection on the Botanic Gardens; or, my little childhood park.

This photo series questions what will happen to the thing that makes up the very essence of the bar: the walls.

A secret war is being waged on campus. In, around, and upon the very buildings we use everyday.

Headquarters, lodging, and museum all hide modestly on the Redfern Run. Dressed in camouflage, they escape the ocular frisk of students rushing to Abercrombie.

As cases spread beyond the gates and walls of our camp, an unlikely sense of community bloomed from the confined freedoms we enjoyed.

A visual representation of the liminal space between dream and reality.

Paintings, photographs and sculptures are scattered throughout campus, sitting on walls and perched in unassuming corners.

Make me continue my casual hospitality job after graduating from a four-year Arts degree with advanced studies and honours. But never, ever make me walk through The Tunnel.

During their nightly walks she makes their personalities and the landscape come to life.

I’ve become familiar with the strangeness of living here.

“Do you know what these trees do?”

The air shifts, taking on an otherworldly quality, as you plunge into the depths of hell.

From Jaghori to unceded Gadigal lands, Azadi speaks to resilience and juxtaposition.

Examining the unfamiliar self in familiar places.

how much labelling could make a building built for biscuits in 1908 seamlessly slip into the 2020s?

Red neon lights in red light districts, The drowning sirens of four am, red

Airports are the quintessential liminal space.

What were the curatorial decisions that went behind the art in the doctor’s waiting room?

Animals are living in the habitats of our streets, our roofs, our walls.

Sydney is chock-a-block full of small bars: rooftop bars, basement bars, dive bars and pubs.