Ultrachrome archival print on canvas, 90 x 60 cm, 2013, Edition 5 All over Kangaroo Island we find meeting places of earth, sea, and sky. The terrain at Pelican Lagoon may be subdued but it gives shelter to one of South Australia’s most precious waterways. This beloved habitat also serves as a lavish, painterly surface. It’s a haven for reflected light, a fantastic looking glass where clouds, trees, passing birds and rocky forms bloom larger than life.

Photograph, Gicleé print on canvas, 90 x 60 cm, 2013, Edition 5 On a calm morning, in the stillness of pre-dawn light, the wind-shorn melaleucas of Pelican Lagoon appear otherworldly. Bent into shape by punchy southerly winds, these bowed-but-unbroken specimens embody the staying power we all need on Kangaroo Island.

Photograph, Ultrachrome archival print on canvas, 60 x 90 cm, 2013, Edition 5 Two melaleuca species (Melaleuca halmaturorum & Melaleuca lanceolata) cling bravely to the rim of Pelican Lagoon. These survivors work the margins, reaching outward and upward. There’s a ragged grace here: fallen limbs weather as sculptural relics while fresh growth mimics the billowing clouds above.

Chapman River, Lashmar Conservation Park

Gicleé print, 75 x 50cm, limited edition of 5, 2014 [Edition sold out] Anzac Day 2014 dawned calm. In the distance waves cannoned into Antechamber Bay. Upstream the river channels and backwaters stood still and observed the sky. A moment for reflection.

Gicleé print, 75 x 50cm, limited edition of 5, 2014 The seasons at Lashmar Lagoon are marked by rising and falling water, birds breeding and the changing hues of beaded samphire (Sarcocornia quinqueflora). Autumn is a wondrous time. After replenishing rains, channels fill, the samphire glows and mornings have a misty calm - a hushed pause before winter.

Gicleé print, 75 x 50cm, limited edition of 5, 2014 The Swamp Paperbarks (Melaleuca halmaturorum) huddled beside Chapman River enclose another world. Here the living stand shoulder to shoulder with their fallen brethren. These gatherings are packed textures and rhythmic forms. It’s a disarray with uncanny allure.