A RUDE AWAKENING

It all started just after 5 a.m

One car started honking its horn, long and drawn out. I awoke to see flashing lights in the distance near the fringe of the clearing and all around.
Then the sound of grinding, cutting metal.

I stumbled out of my van to see more flashing lights and a swarm of police in high visibility gear, helmets, batons, and a convoy of paddy wagons.

This all seemed a little intense and dramatic, a total of 30 police congregated around the blockade, public servants being the muscle for a privately owned mining company, a great use of tax payers money.

MMG is the Chinese state owned mining company with an active lease on this region, they are meant to be conducting an ecological survey to establish whether any at risk and endangered flora and fauna are in the area before they conduct any demolition.

They are acting before taking the correct surveys, yet private citizens are being arrested for breaking the law? Where is the logic? I was incredibly disappointed to see the government fail, this was the start of a lengthy protest that lasted thanks over 50 days.

MMG are driving through a 4 km stretch of road through pristine wilderness, ancient forest that needs world heritage listing and protection from any new destruction.

MMG are working towards a large tailings dam where they will process mineral extraction, corrupting the land, spoiling the river system and scarring the land forever.

Thanks to the bob brown foundation for their continued and tireless effort to keep protect this diverse and unique landscape. This fight is continuing to this day, a year on and the protesters are still holding on to stop illegal logging and the destruction on native habitat.

The short term benefit of mines is outweighed by the long term ramifications and scarification of these forests.

MY TIME SO FAR IN THE TARKINE / TAKAYNA

One of my main purposes of coming to the island state was to visit and witness the Tarkine, this was my first time visiting the west coast and it didn’t disappoint.

At first sight, the landscape was dense and lush, alive in every way, driving through from the north, you start to work your way through plantation timber, as far as the eye can see.

Forestry has been apart of colonised Tasmanian culture, particularly up here in the north west, in an age where we understand the changing climate and our world wide collective effect on this planet, I was interested to hear more from the local perspective, is there such thing as susutainable modern timber harvesting?

Enter, the defenders camp.

Pieman river blockade

13th of May 2021

Cleared native forest, paving a road through pristine wilderness, there are over 100 active leases within the North west of Tasmania, constant threat from companies looking to extract whatever primary resources they are interested in.

Within any industry there is a smoke screen in effect to minimise their impact or inflate their social and community economic value.

Witnessing the destruction first hand was definitely confronting.

Giant eucalyptus stand towering above, separated from the rest of the forest, sitting alone without the strength of its friends and family, it is just a matter of time before the wild weather take them down.

This Myrtle Beech was magnificent, surrounded by much larger trees tragically cut down to make room for a road, for machinery to bulldoze through, to food the landscape for a mining tailings dam.

The sheer size of this tree made it very difficult to recut, this was the largest tree I have worked with todate.

The landscape looking like Nebulous.

This process was incredibly slow, there is a trade off between cutting horizontally like this or recutting a tree that has fallen over and is laying on its side.

Here the saw blade bends and binds, jamming with most movements, working between both saws to make my way through.

I was so blown away and the beauty and intense colour of this Myrtle, the pink tones were something else.

I had made a mess from my initial saw cuts, I had to fillet high sections to clean up the surface.

The weather in the west will change in an instant, after stopping and starting I decided to set up a more robust and semi permanent space which would allow me to work for longer, this was day 4 into the process.

HEADING WEST

Mt. Roland from the north east

To me this image captures the divide and tension between humans and the environment here.

Up in the Central Plateau I came across my first insight into Hydro in Tasmania.

Did you know it accounts for 80% of the states energy consumption?

My main reason to head up this way was to explore Parsons Falls, it is on the way to the Walls of Jerusalem. It didn’t disappoint, it seems like everywhere you go in Tasmania there is something to discover, the wild and natural elements of Tasmania is its greatest asset.

Weather plays a huge part in my work printing fallen trees, I wasn’t sure if I had missed my window of opportunity before the wet season came in. While the weather continues to be wet, I headed out for a hike.

Next up, the walls of Jerusalem

TASMANIA

Tasmania has been at the top of my list for a long time now, it has been a battle ground for environmental rights and activism for so long, the desperate fight for extraction of primary resources is a long and arduous one.

From afar, it looks so green but there is a dark underbelly, to take a closer look, I had to come and find out for myself.

It was with great anticipation, from the start of this trip, to journey from the main land to the nature filled island of Tasmania.

I have visited several times before but not for printing, just sight seeing and travel.

The idea of travelling by boat has always interested me, like rail travel, you are gifted time, to unwind, be present without too many distractions and the opportunity to collect yourself wile you are slowly taken to your destination.

Leaving the mainland for a month, to explore the great Tasmanian state, with a bunch of camera gear, materials for printing and some destination points that are a must to explore.

I decided to day trip on the way to the island and overnight on the way back, we arrived just as the sun was setting.

The next stop was to gather fresh fruit and veg and then head west towards the Tarkine/Takayna

This land is under threat from countless mining leases, everywhere is up for grabs in the eyes of the current government, the Tarkine is Australia’s largest temperate rainforest and needs protection, from a federal level and to make that happen, we as citizens need to make that happen.

From Devenport, my direction was due west, whether is was the mountains or the forest, I couldn’t wait to get out there.

NORTH JOURNAL Issue 16

My first encounter with Dave was at Bayleaf Cafe, Byron Bay. New to town and in need of  coffee I was steered in the direction of ‘that really rad but really busy’ cafe on Marvell Street with rumours of the best cuppa joe in town. I was yet another customer adding to the plethora of coffee dockets and Dave was yet another long haired barista in Byron! Bayleaf quickly became my everyday with a need for coffee parallel to my need for the Bayleaf greeting. Hugs, conversations and smiles by the plentiful I began to form friendships with almost every staff member there with one intriguing me the most; Dave.

His soft shy nature is the exterior to a humble creative, full of gratitude and knowledge. As coffee making funded life and bill paying he worked on his creative outlet behind the scenes and still managed to put passion forward in every shift at Bayleaf making my perception of him a positive one.

As I took a drive out to Dave’s house I couldn't help but notice the subtle trend of lush large trees tracing the roads that lead me to my destination. When I arrived at the top of a hill, where a quaint A-frame house sat atop and reached the front door, I felt an immediate gentleness. Greeted with soft smiles and conversation at ease it felt only right for me to be there. In true style I was offered a cup of fresh filter coffee brewed in the timber laced kitchen adorned in plants, prints and photos. It only made sense for Dave to reside in a place of humbleness and simplicity, truly complimenting his personality.

We got chatting as my curious mind lead to question after question, in search for the story behind Weighted Lines. Unbeknownst to me, Dave began this journey just 4 short years ago when he and his partner Charley decided to break away from the claustrophobic state that Melbourne city can bring, and delve into the welcoming of nature. With days off being spent mapping new hiking trails, driving hours to new mountain ranges and seeking new sights Dave and Charley quickly became addicted to the free pleasures of natural surroundings. Although charming in its gifting’s and appearance, this new found hobby came with a growing concern for the pattern he noticed of newly cleared pathways for the convenience of human access. Dave reccounted to me the day he came across a huge tree that had been freshly cut for clearing, revealing its every ring, every year of life and he just stood in awe, touching and smelling for the longer part of 20 minutes. He admits that he couldn’t stop thinking about it, wanting to know how he could preserve such beauty, create a new lease on life and and help tell it’s story.

With a background of Carpentry and a curious mind, Dave jumped at an opportunity when he saw an advertisement for cleared pine up for offer. This was the beginning of the arduous trial-and-error journey every great artist must condure. Compiling the research and inspiration of traditional Japanese artisans who have been printmaking, wood burning and reclaiming contours for years, Dave experimented and found his knack, perfecting the process. From seeking out a specific tree to hand sawing, hand planing and burning to finally press the Japanese paper to relieve each print saw him into the next step of strategizing how to upgrade yet downsize his tools. Walking hours through thick bushland and catching flights overseas proved difficult with large, heavy tools and camping equipment strapped to his back.

The first set of prints that dave felt a true success within found themselves as submissions to a local art gallery. All similar in appearance by being apart of the same family yet considerably disparate, he felt a strong sense to give them individual identities just how we each have names. This was the birth of pairing each print of each tree with its rightful coordinates making it not only another aesthetical component but a deeper knowledge of that trees residency in the world. Dave found this to be a vital part of giving viewers factual material that compliments a visual so rich in historic textures.

Dave expressed the visceral experience he has come to know by spending time out in quietness amongst the tall giants and that seeing first light weave through and fall on new breadths, revealing nature’s contours is an antidote to all worriment. This was an integral part of what facilitated the since 4 year journey of Weighted Lines. Travelling overseas twice, taking several trips to Victoria and embarking on many adventures in surrounding national parks of the Byron Shire has seen Dave to showcase 7 prints from 7 different trees and tell their stories. This lead him to host his first solo exhibition in September 2017, reaching a new milestone for both his personal life and the life of Weighted Lines. I had great pleasure in attending the night held at Bayleaf Cafe and contributing to the crowd that may have seemed like a human flash flood on Marvell Street to any passerby.

Upon circling the crowd, overhearing conversations and weaving through an abundance of supportive humans, I felt an immense sense of pride wash over me. This was not for myself, but merely as a spectator of Dave’s achievement because just like me, there were a high percentage of people who never truly knew the artist behind ‘Weighted Lines’. This was proof that Dave was not in anyway a master of art for the sake of prosperity, he was a master of paying homage to trees and their families, celebrating their existence of enriching ours.

It’s quite incredible really, how one can come to acquire such a skill of bringing substance to something we turn a blind eye on and place such sincerity in leaving a literal mark, allowing it a voice when it had been silenced. To reach the point of passion for a technique he never planned on learning and turning that into hard copy stories for every year a tree has lived, shaded us, and brought purity to our air can only be attained by the craftsmanship of a true artisan. He creates a visual that enthralls an entire room with a comforting aesthetic of a trees destruction mitigated by the devotion of a human. And what better way to unify such works than with the perfect encasing of wooden frames built by the hands of that same human. Selflessly displaying the many truths a tree can give, tirelessly building and perfecting a frame that doesn’t just support the physicality of his art, but the beauty of another tree in a different medium.

With a limit of 10 original relief prints per tree creates a rarity of Dave’s work, becomes a temptation and a deeper lust for his work, turning aspiring art owner’s into immediate collectors. To some if not all, the incredibly perfected application of print to paper may look like a hand drawn masterpiece created by the very roots of that tree; as if it were creating a self portrait. However this is the product of precision and attention to detail mixed with the passion for portraying its story, curating each piece on the spot with the tree in the very place it grew.

And so through deepening my understanding of Dave, I have come to know him as a humble man who makes space for everyone and everything through conscious thought. When I first saw the artwork Dave was producing I found the correlation between his personality and his work uncanny. There is no prejudice, there is no judgment there is always honesty and so by showcasing the uniqueness of every tree, he portrays the essence of how every human is different to you; every tree is different too.

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