My creative time in Sydney was always around Newtown area. And this particular tunnel intrigued me the most and always got me something whether I walked through, or took time to examine it, or used it as a shooting location.
There’s a long history for me with it at least since 2002. It is a must for me to get there and drown myself in it.
It is one clear morning at Sydney Harbour. The sunrise is always energising. And it still amazes me that there are more of the Opera House scenes to be photographed.
There was an episode in my life that I managed graveyard shifts at a 24-hour restaurant in this tourist spot and finished at 7 am. Although it was an odd hour, I got a chance to absorb the tranquility of the harbour without the crowd. It was truly inspiring. Still is.
By April 2010, I had been actively blogging on this space for six years. It mostly reflected on the passion about the work I did so far in photography and videos. But after I finishing the school at College of Fine Arts, the big question was what next! My life became vague and the blog became hollow.
Well, I was supposed to make a living as a media artist/producer, wasn’t I? But the harsh reality was that it wasn’t easy. Even though I got a regular casual job as a video editor to live by, my career needed to be more sustainable.
Street photography or multiculturalism didn’t flare up to me anymore. There was a revisit to the urban bird and back yard theme but that wasn’t it. In fact, I hardly picked up the DSLR at all. No concrete new idea for photography.
There was one trivial series on morning toilet paper I drew on it while taking a crap and took a picture of them everyday. (What I did with them after that would be a bit gross to elaborate.) Strangely, it was somehow a part of my dealing with depression.
One moment I was in the zone was chasing shadows of people on the streets and capturing on video. That became my first entry to Kino Sydney. It was well received by the audience and I was pleased. That was it, to make another short film.
That would be about anxiety, yes, and another mental issue. I put my project up for crowd funding. Unfortunately, my heart problem emerged and it was terminated before the campaign due. I had enough. My focus shifted from it to getting back to Bangkok.
So, life in Australia came to an end in December 2010 after nine and half year. While I was flying back to Thailand, I watch the Wizard of Oz on the plane. It was like Dorothy waking up from her dream. I tapped ruby slippers and chanted, “There’s no place like home”. Back then, it seemed bitter when I left but I would not trade the experience there with anything. And this blog was a big part of it.
Luckily, the day before I left, I got phone call to offer me a job in Bangkok. It was an online producer for World Bank in Bangkok Office I applied for six months earlier. The long process of recruitment made me give up this prospect. But it turned out to be such a perfect timing. The question I had for the whole year was answered. I finally had a sustainable job, a decent one.
In the other hand, that affected my time for the blog as well. It would have been filled with posts about the resettlement in Bangkok and my reflection on the native country. However, I could only do it in January 2011. Once the job started, the blog was almost completely ignored and empty.
So, I would this year seven of Out to Space was the beginning of the hollow of the blog, sadly.
After some decent exposures in the year three, the blog exploded with number of works and some new directions. The milestones that contributed to it were not just in the blog but also in my personal life.
From the last’s year momentum, I was frustrated with the old content manage system. So I moved to WordPress. The first post rightly went to a photo gallery approach, which somehow reflected on my inner thoughts of a new beginning.
There were a lot going on in the year three of Out to Space. Even though, the momentum of year two was slow, toward the end of the year, my photography started to get some significant exposures.
The first three months from April to June, I still was into cityscape and urban wildlife. They seemed slightly repetitive for me. So I took a photography course at Australian Centre of Photography (ACP) to stretch my skills and perspective. Some professional and constructive criticism could do some good. My most satisfied comment was from a classmate that compared my self-portrait to Jeffrey Smart.
During that time, the restaurant I was working at was closed for renovation. I took the chance to give a go fully on my photography venture. I set up a couple of stock photo account as passive income. I travelled to Melbourne to explore another city with the photographic eyes.