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There's something beautiful about comics - the way they freeze and crystalize moments of crisis like nothing else can. The spastic jump of objects knocked from a table as a body is hurled through a window. The look of awe on a face as something epic is revealed before it's beholder. 
What is the way without artifice to capture the moments and places and scenes of life in this city that seduce with their temporary brilliance. It's difficult to avoid the (capitalist) logic of progress while documenting a time - the implicit idea that all things must/will develop and grow bigger, firmer, more exposed to the appreciation of a wider audience, so that we can look back with feigned respect to when they were small and "real". Appreciation here has a financial ring to it. 
Placing a moment into a sellable capsule must inevitably starve and kill off the creative vibrant energy which made it burn so bright in the first place. 
Instead I seek a lasting means for admiring that energy without trying to represent or change it, in the way that an iconic photograph can create nostalgia for a time or scene that the viewer may never have been a part of. The photograph does this by exposing some truth for the viewer to fall in love with.
To be able to make this history box deposit, a flagging of something special, I think allows one to then freely move on without fear or regret. Let me just say then, that this time and place are vibrant and special and energetic in a beautifully honest way. Full of people to love and admire. Thanks Melbourne.




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