Ross Booker
Ross Booker
Ross Booker is an artist living in Brisbane, Australia.
The landscape has been the major focus of my work over the past 25 years. My current work is inspired by my travels in central Australia.
Since 2008 I have made a number of trips with a group of artists, camping and working on remote freehold land owned by the Luritja people.
Our camp has centred around a place called Illara Creek. This land, along with Kings Canyon or Watarrka National Park, once formed Tempe Downs Station.
My experience of this country has changed my art practice in profound ways. Walking alone through the landscape, observing, drawing, and recording through the lens a camera have resulted in a new way of seeing.
My main concern is with the process of how an image evolves: the layering of textures, shadows and marks; the way an abstract scribble can elude to something observed; why some colours elicit certain feelings; the sensual relationships that form on a page.
This process is influenced by decisions that fall, collide, react, change and finally resolve. It is often a struggle against my own logic.
The landscape has been the major focus of my work over the past 25 years. My current work is inspired by my travels in central Australia.
Since 2008 I have made a number of trips with a group of artists, camping and working on remote freehold land owned by the Luritja people.
Our camp has centred around a place called Illara Creek. This land, along with Kings Canyon or Watarrka National Park, once formed Tempe Downs Station.
My experience of this country has changed my art practice in profound ways. Walking alone through the landscape, observing, drawing, and recording through the lens a camera have resulted in a new way of seeing.
My main concern is with the process of how an image evolves: the layering of textures, shadows and marks; the way an abstract scribble can elude to something observed; why some colours elicit certain feelings; the sensual relationships that form on a page.
This process is influenced by decisions that fall, collide, react, change and finally resolve. It is often a struggle against my own logic.
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