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Staircase by Leanne LindsayStaircase by Leanne Lindsay
The click of the shutter echoed softly in the cavernous hall of the MCA. I peered through the lens, the black and white viewfinder framing a scene both strange and captivating. It was Do Ho Suh's exhibition, and my attention was snagged by a mesmerizing sight – a staircase, meticulously crafted from what looked like shimmering moonlight. Made entirely of translucent nylon fabric, the steps defied gravity, twisting upwards like a wisp of smoke. The stark contrast of the black and white photo only amplified its ethereal quality. In the distance, a tiny figure stood silhouetted in a doorway, bathed in a soft light. Suh's work has always resonated with me, his exploration of home, identity, and the spaces we inhabit sparking a deep connection. This fabric staircase felt like a metaphor – a portal to the past, a bridge between cultures, a pathway etched with memories.
(c) Light & Composition UniversityA Man & His Hat by Leanne Lindsay
This photo of a Man & His Hat was taken as part of a study of light, particularly Portrait Light and shot in camera in monochrome. I had to try several different lighting set-ups before I achieved the exact lighting I was after.
People Contemplating Art by Leanne LindsayPeople Contemplating Art by Leanne Lindsay
The click of my camera echoed softly in the cavernous gallery. Sunlight slanted through the high windows, casting a pearl-like sheen across the polished concrete floor. A lone figure, a man in a crisp suit, drifted past a large canvas. Muted greens and oranges swirled across its surface, creating a mesmerizing landscape of color. He paused for a moment, his eyes scanning the abstract expanse. A flicker of curiosity played on his features before he continued his journey down the gallery. Leaning against a nearby pillar, a museum worker watched him go. His gaze remained fixed on the man, a silent guardian ensuring the sanctity of the art. I zoomed in, capturing the fleeting interaction between man and canvas. Perhaps the painting sparked a fleeting thought, a personal connection to the vibrant brushstrokes. In the vastness of the gallery, their brief encounter felt oddly intimate. It was a reminder that art, even the most abstract, has the power to reach out and touch us, leaving an unspoken imprint on our minds.