Come with me on a journey into the inner life of my subjects. The brilliantly coloured beauty of the Australian seascape and the out of place monochrome figures, resplendent in their hoary, frazzled, stunned-mullet ugliness. When these businessmen are attached to colour it’s wildly out of place: lime-green sand-castle buckets, jolly-pink inflatable rings and umbrellas the colour of boiled lollies.
These figures are usually alone – in many cases disoriented; in some, pathetically attempting to maintain their dignity – but when they are in groups they seem to be conversing in the language of collusion… or boardroom bullshit.
And yet there is enormous space for empathy. Underneath the vampiric gowns and the un-beach-like posture many of my subjects look utterly lost. These are, or represent, the most powerful people in the world – and yet they seem to have no idea what they’re doing or how they got where they are - to their position of influence or ankle-deep in rising oceans (and quite possibly both).