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Glazing: To eliminate reflective glare, our biggest work (70″ to 80″ on the long side) is protected by an archival laminate in lieu of acrylic. Up to 60″ on the long side is protected by UV acrylic.
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We print exclusively on Hahnemühle 100% Cotton Photo Rag Baryta paper and museum shadowbox frame in solid wood, Studio moulding handcrafted in a robust, contemporary profile preferred by galleries and museums worldwide.
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The Road to Young is a series of images taken during the final months of my Father’s life. Dad lived in a small town called Young, 6 hours south-west of Sydney. I tried to drive to Young from Sydney to see him as often as I could. Though once I left Sydney I found myself taking the long way with my Hasselblad 500 C/M. Subsequent trips took longer and longer as I searched for more images to capture, to avoid the reality of my inevitable arrival in Young. Dad wasn’t getting any younger. Hence the series title “Road to Young”. That period of my life was about travelling to enjoying my Father’s company in his final months as he succumbed to the illness that eventually took his life. He was a not-too-shabby 79 years old. Once I left Sydney the open road was the beguiling succour that calmed, diverted, and prepared me for what waited for me in Young – so much so I kept finding new roads to Young that made a 6 hour trip – 8 hours, then 10 hours, then 12 hours. I always made it to Young to see Dad. Just the Road to Young had to get longer and longer each trip. To be ready for what was waiting for me.