Author Archives: louisefaulknerphotography

I’ve decided that I’d like to stay in seawater. Submerged, I feel free of daily gravitas, suspended and weightless, playful, beautiful. These portraits seek to convey this idea, that in the ocean all are equally light and majestic, elegant of leg and graceful in motion. Images are part of an ongoing personal project entitled “Suspended”.

From the bright whiteness of fresh blooms to the delicate, washed pastels of senescence – Actinotus helianthi is the elegant and iconic Australian flannel flower.

In the warmer months, my 11 year old daughter and I spend as much time at the beach as possible. We are both fair-skinned, preferring mornings and late afternoons for our visits. In doing so, we catch the best of the light and shadow play on the coast. This Summer we’ve rediscovered an old GoPro.Continue reading “Ocean Sand”

I am endlessly fascinated by clouds. The towering white cumulonimbus, providing perspective in their mountainous gatherings; the cotton-ball skyscape of mammatus clouds; the gentle whisp of cirrus clouds airbrushed against the sky. And storm clouds, glorious storm clouds – they never cease to deliver the strange, the other-worldly, the bizarre. Booming great swathes of greyContinue reading “Cloud series”

After the forest fire, orange scars are revealed through the weight of gentle rain sloughing ashy layers from remaining trees. These Xanthorrhoea trunks appear molten, melted, their curled tendrils a relief from the tired lines of a destroyed forest showing no signs of recovery. They are traumatised yet elegant, beautifully burned. It is a surrealContinue reading “Xanthorrhoea”

I have so many portraits of her face, her smile, her freckles, her eyes. A traditional artist’s approach and a mother’s prerogative. Yet those images do not adequately express the places she loves, where she revels in frivolous youth, where she is quiet and her mind and its wanderings lead her inward journey. This portraitContinue reading “Her feet, with fish”

Our Novocastrian identity is draped in blue & green. Our steel blue collar harbour history. The emerald water. The endless depth of blue coastal sky. We are enveloped from head to heart, from then to now. My own identity is wrapped up in cerulean memories. Swimming with my grandfather and brother at the ocean bathsContinue reading “The Baths”