obsidian

surry hills, sydney



"it was a bold sculpture, curved and indistinct like some inobscure thought. the light of the lampposts gleamed off its smooth surface, and as people walked past they could see themselves, darknened and distorted, as if reflected in some perverse mirror."

sunset boulevard

falcon st overpass, north sydney



"everybody's watches read twilight o'clock as a rosy pinkness filled the sky with a warm and glowing happiness. it was that special time of day that everyone stuck in the ugliness of a traffic jam got a small, unforgettable moment of beauty."

canopy

park on bay street, double bay



"the grass felt soft underneath her bare feet as she strolled through the park. it was surrounded by trapping of "civilisation"; buildings, roads, boutiques, cars and exhaust. but it was easy to forget that. looking up to the trees overhead, she could see the silhouette of the sun. the rays seems to hit the canopy of brances, and disperse into a thousand tiny pieces, like little golden snowflakes."

big brother

york street, sydney cbd



"for the first time ever he felt like a stranger in his own city, the dark, cloudy sky mirroring his own inner turmoil as he skulked the streets of a once familiar place. he felt as if he were being watched and as he glanced around he caught sight of the loudspeakers. they seemed to complete the picture in his mind, that of an orwellian nightmare."