word speak


  everything that lives inside of me

everything black



and shades of every grey

that line the walls of the rooms

that sit




their weight like 10 tonne

on my chest

crippling me.


in the words

we never say

like sheathed weapons

held at the ready

of hands fit for war.

the tenderness

that comes from waiting,



for response

that is whispered quietly

in the way she flashes

her palm

and shakes

her head.

her shoulders folded

the answer to



with words

we never

spilled from lips


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Motherhood & Family

Spook – Glorious.

“Motherhood : all love begins and ends there”
Robert Browning

And family.

It exists there; it flourishes there…

It always amazes me that is how life happens.
A woman. A man. Love conspires.

A new life.

And more Love.

And if they’re lucky, more life.

And Love multiplies.

And if we’re all lucky that Love multiplies exponentially.

And spills over.

And maybe, that Love will be the answer,

the exact right answer,

for just the right person

at just the right time.


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Seascapes and Saltpans

Last semester, which only ended a few weeks ago, saw me doing a unit on Landscapes.  It was one of the best units that I could have undertaken.  Surprisingly, it taught me a lot, not just about landscapes, but about society; about life; about the things we take for granted, and the way we see the world.  I never expected that I would learn all that I did, but I sure am grateful for it.  Our final assignment for the year was a pretty open brief.  To produce exhibition/publication standard images that explore the contemporary issues of landscape, which didn’t necessarily have to be of landscape, but about it.  See what I mean about open brief??  Just enough rope to hang yourself with if you weren’t really careful!  Being the perfectionist I am, I sought out advice and attempted to rein in a theme for my work with the lecturer.  I find this that hardest thing to do when preparing for an assignment – the attempt to produce work that is true to yourself, whilst also trying to produce something that your lecturer will like.  So that is what I started out doing.  My lecturer shoots A-MA-ZING work, and I’m honest when I say I love it – so much of his work speaks to a quiet, silent, lonely part of me.  But it is definitely not the kind of work that I shoot, or want to produce.  I guess, I’ve spent so much of my life, skirting on the edges of loneliness, and melancholy, that when I work, I want to steer as far from those feelings as I can.  I don’t want to produce feelings of isolation in the sense of being lonely – I like the idea of isolation in the sense of beauty and freedom.  So that is what I try to achieve in my images – beauty.  Beauty in general; beauty in off kilter ways; beauty in unexpected ways; beauty in what we consider sometimes to be the ‘ordinary’ ways of life.  Not to say that if something isn’t beautiful I don’t want any part of it – rather, I want to examine something so closely that I am able to find my own version of beauty within it.

Initially, I sat with the submission date looming, thinking ‘I can’t do this!’  I was shooting entirely for my lecturer – in hopes of getting a good mark, I wasn’t doing anything that sat right in my heart.  So I took a leap.  I shot what I wanted; what I loved; and what moved me.  I’ve had SO many people tell me that you just have to take a risk, and as long as your passionate about it, as long as you back yourself, you’ll do well.  And I figured, if I wasn’t ‘happy’ with what I was doing, just to impress someone else – even if I knew that they had the choice to bomb me with a bad mark – I had best just follow my heart anyway.  In the least, I was being honest with myself, and my lecturer.  See, I knew that my lecturer wasn’t a fan of the style of landscape that I preferred.  And I knew that he didn’t particularly like the printing methods that I was choosing to use also – but still, I decided to leap.  My heart was in my throat as we presented our images to the class and our lecturer.  I have to say, he gave nothing away.  I had no idea if he liked, or loathed my work.  So the next three weeks were close to agony, as I waited for my results.

Eventually, I gathered the courage to go to Uni, and retrieve my work, and results.  I dived right into my portfolio, and pulled out the marking paper.  My heart immediately sank.  It started;


I’m not a fan of metallic paper.  I like it even less than abstracting landscape through motion.”

I have never felt so sick reading those lines – I’m sure I felt tears starting to well, thinking what a stupid risk to take.  But somehow, I kept reading.

“But what I do know, there are hundreds of people that do.  You have good command of the style.”

And two bold letters “HD”

But what made my heart soar all the more, was the final little notation below my mark;

“I think these pics will be in the homes of Perth soon.”

My leap of faith had paid off.


“The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone.”

Johann Wolfgan von Goethe

kvanviersenlandscape14kvanviersenlandscapes8kvanviersenlandscapes13kvanviersenlandscapes19kvanviersenlandscapes20kvanviersenlandscapes22kvanviersenlandscapes10kvanviersenlandscapes5kvanviersenlandscapes4kvanviersenlandscapes2kvanviersenlandscapes12kvanviersenlandscapes1kvanviersenlandscapes11kvanviersenlandscapes6kvanviersenlandscapes9kvanviersenlandscapes21kvanviersenlandscapes18kvanviersenlandscapes17kvanviersenlandscapes15*Not all of these images were included for my final assignment.  I’ve added a few extra for the landscape viewing pleasure*

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Where The Story Begins II : The First Birth Story

Jonsi – We Bought A Zoo
Hit play – because life is always better with music.

So I studied Midwifery.  I worked as a midwife.  I travelled and worked in both the city and the rural setting.  I met some wonderful people; I met some people who were not so kind.  And that’s ok – that is life.  Those that try to break you are just as important as those that love and nurture you – they can never truly break you if you refuse to give them permission, this I came to realise with 20/20 hindsight.  And all of them help determine the path you end up taking, and round out the person that you become, moment by moment.  That, I have come to learn too; we’re all a constant work in progress.  It was after travels away, that I returned home – trying to determine what my next venture was going to be, and where my work as a midwife would lead me.  Then my brother was involved in a horrific hit and run. To say that it was devastating was an understatement.  After a very long period of time spent in ICU, Trauma Ward, and Rehabilitation, and with a lot of hard work, my brother came back to us.  I came to realise during this period of time how short, how precious, and how fleeting this life is…and I decided I had to make changes.  I couldn’t live the rest of my days wondering ‘what if?’  I thought long and hard on that saying, that in the end we only ever regret the chances that we didn’t take.  I loved Midwifery, but I also wanted more.  I wanted to be creative.  I had always loved photography (doesn’t every photographer say that??!!), and at almost every birth I’d attended I wished that I could capture that spirit that lifted the room when a little life entered the world.  I spent hours trawling the internet, seeking out images that spoke to me – not even necessarily to do with births.  Images that made me feel something.  And I thought, ‘that! that is what I want to do!’.  Throughout all my trawling I happened upon some wonderful photographers, and was lead to a workshop that was coming to Perth – for photographers, but I decided that I HAD to go.  It was more than just about photography – it was about emotion, and connection, and the very things that make us human.  I was so very lucky that I was welcomed with amazingly open and caring arms by other attending photographers.  And there my dream slowly took shape, and grew wings.  Those wings have taken a while to gather speed, but they’re getting there.

Which leads me to a time three years ago.  Where I met a beautiful family of two, that became three.  And how that family of two trusted me with one of the most special times in their life.  This story is very special to me.  It isn’t mine.  But it is shared freely, thanks to the wonderful woman who you see in these images.  I’m happy to say that I also photographed her second baby too, whose story I will share next.  But first, the story of this little lady.  And her family, who allowed me to take part in such a momentous time, when I myself, was still learning where I was going, and what I wanted all of this to be about, and where it would lead.  The word thank you, doesn’t seem enough, not at all.  But I thank you, you lovely little family, for trusting me.  With my whole heart, I thank you, because you’ve given me gifts I could never repay.  Thank you.


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