At The End of The Day — Lisa Hogben 04/05/12 –19/05/12

At the end of the day there is a moment of truth. A time that exists where the bal­ance of day and night is pal­pa­ble. An instant when the neural synapses fire a thought process that takes us back to the ori­gins of our rep­til­ian brains.

Are we prey or preda­tor, black or white, lost or found, mor­tal or spirit?

Whose eyes do we look through? Are they our own or do we have an eter­nal inter­preter who insists our view­points are based not on our expe­ri­ence of life and liv­ing but on some­thing more…

In the new tech­no­log­i­cal age we are no-one if we are not con­nected and yet our expe­ri­ences of the world dif­fer so greatly as to be beyond com­pre­hen­sion. We exist in a para­dox, for in each time and place that we dwell in real time there is a shadow that is recorded and tran­scribed into another par­al­lel time frame.

Have we dis­cov­ered the real essence of time travel? Or has the human race become just a mere cipher of itself? An adjunct to the his­tory of the world that is dom­i­nated by technology…

In this body of work, I exam­ine these ques­tions by explor­ing the rela­tion­ships between peo­ple and their envi­ron­ment at twi­light. In unre­lated inci­dences it seems that there is a uni­ver­sal ten­sion and a bur­geon­ing feel­ing of fear and uncer­tainty, a wor­ry­ing thought of who we might be or become in the dark­ness of the night.

Drawn from my expe­ri­ence as a pho­to­jour­nal­ist the pho­to­graphic tableaux have been shot in ran­dom moments and loca­tions across Australia.

Lisa Hog­ben

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