Electric fields still being one of my favourite acts which i first seen live in 2017 in canberra!
It's taken me a bit of time to go through these photos and make my selects and make my edits and then think of something to write to them and what I want to say because recently I feel like I don't know what to say anymore.
for 2.5 years I've relied on being a photogrpahy and my mother/father to support my self from my abrupt departure from the Navy and its a time in my life that still hangs over me with every conversation, interaction, story I share and moments i fucking hated my life. During those 2.5 years trying calling myself "A Professional Photographer" I've had my fair share of professioanl failures and also my fair share of professional fuckheads. Businessnessmen telling me I'm not a very good photographer and telling me where would i be without them only takes me back to the moments of weakness in my last 2 years in the Navy where i felt like i had no control anymore where i felt isolated/seperated. Other Indigenous photographers DM'ing me as if my methods of calling out large sports orgs is too aggressive. White people messaging me telling me that i hate white people because of the stuff i post..
Anyway, some deadly WA mob in the family photo in this set and also reminds me of the time about 5 weeks ago at an Yirramboi event where I met up with and he said it was a spin out sitting around the fire with me and listening to the way i speakk because it reminded him of home using words like "winyarn", "coonyie", "get blue", "dardy" and "Orse".
thats all from me now.
