The quiet life.

In what for me was a big year for death, I said goodbye to my little dog Trixie, she was 15 years old. Trixe, a Bichon Frise cross Maltese, had been my daughters dog and a beloved family pet. When my daughter moved away to attend university I inherited the little cutie who came to live with me on Karta (Kangaroo Island). A dozy city dog for most of her life, Trixe, in her elderly years, found an new lease on life living in the country. With no fences, and a beach in our back garden, she relished the freedom and independence, along with the challenges of living with our enthusiastic young Kelpie, Joy. It surprised me how emotional I got losing Trixe, I had some great cries, she was a funny little character, a dear friend and I miss her.


I joined my family in Sydney for two important events relating to my father Garth Nettheim, who had passed away earlier in the year. Garth had been a professor and twice dean at the University of New South Wales Law faculty as well as one of the founding academics. After nearly 40 years of dedicated work, he “retired” but continued his work there as an Emeritus professor for a few more years, teaching a couple of classes a week. Up to the point where he was no longer able to get to the university independently, Garth was still welcome to go in and check for mail and connect with his former colleagues, which he did a couple of times a week. It seemed fitting to have some sort of memorial at the place where he had spent so much of his life, and the UNSW allocated a beautiful place beside the new modern law school beneath a beautiful established fig tree for this. We scattered some of his ashes around the tree ahead of a moving plaque unveiling ceremony attended by many old friends, family and colleagues, a groovy jazz band playing in the background. As well as an opportunity to remember and pay respects to Garth, it was also another opportunity for many, many people to remind me of how much I looked like my lovely dad.

Memorial for Professor Garth Nettheim at the Law Building, University of New South Wales.

The following day our immediate family got together for the final farewell, the scattering of Garth’s ashes in the waters off Balmoral Beach in Sydney. Garth had grown up near Balmoral and also raised us kids there. He loved a swim and we all had fond memories of hot Sydney summers spent on these beaches. My wonderful Balanise brother in Law, Inyoman Mudana Putrayasa, took what could have been a simple scattering of ashes and brought some wonderful Balanese traditions to the sending off making it a very emotional, spiritual and highly memorable event.

Scattering my fathers ashes at Balmoral Beach, Sydney.

As part of the Adelaide Film Festival, the exhibition Starstruck, curated by The National Portrait Gallery, opened in Adelaide. The exhibition was at the start of its Australian tour after a long season in Canberra. Showcasing portrait photography in Australian film, my work was very well represented in the show, with 12 images and the program cover, so I was invited along to give a Q & A tour of the show. It was my first time to see the fascinating exhibition, and I did my best with what for me was a rare public speaking engagement.

My Q&A session, at the Starstruck exhibition. Samstag Gallery, Adelaide.

I am not doing a great deal of film stills work at the moment as I focus on other areas of interest. However Upright, a Foxtel series starring Tim Minchin came to Adelaide  and ticked many of my boxes. Shooting locally, mainly outdoors with a lovely script, and an upright piano in a central role, the project also co-starred a wonderful young actress Milly Alcock, who happened to be the daughter of my childhood neighbour, and possibly my first official girlfriend, Emma Stevens. It was a fun project to work on, with lots of live music, and it was inspiring to work with Tim, and witness his sensational piano playing up close.

Upright. Milly Alcock and Tim Mnchin.

My neighbour and dear friend Angie Watkins died after a long cancer journey. We met Angie on our shared backyard beach soon after we moved to Baudin Beach, and I distinctly remember a laughing, colourfully dress woman with two Labradors seemingly dancing along the shore. We connected and became great friends at an interesting time in her life when she had given up on traditional medicine  and had started Gerson Therapy, a intense and highly regimented program of juices and supplements with a very restricted diet. It was a pleasure to be part of her support team, making lunches and walking the dogs, she was always full of life and fun to be around. Over what would be her final few months we undertook a basket weaving project together. Weekly we would get together and she would tell me stories from the different stages of her life as I weaved away. The finished 5 and a half foot basket, whose irregular forms and various imperfections, did seem to capture something about Angie’s character and life story, was my third weaving project around the theme of life and death. Angie’s cancer journey marked an amazing spiritual awakening for both her and her partner Greg, and her bravery in accepting her upcoming death and taking charge was inspiring. She was a beautiful spirit and she is missed by many.

Weaving with Angie Watkins.

As my elders start to pass away, as the photographer in the family, I have been taking on the job of dealing with their photo archives. Getting into someones lifetime of photography is a daunting task, even if they are family, but I feel it is important that these records get looked at and preserved where necessary. I returned from a trip to Sydney with 3 suitcases of my fathers images; slides, prints and negatives from his 85 years of living. It was a surprise to discover that over half the archive was actually Dad’s brother David Nettheim, who had died a decade earlier. Amongst my fathers archive there were many classic images of us kids growing up that we had never seen before, and many more that gave insight into his life and loves before we were around. It was an exhausting task to view all of these images and scan many, but the images have given my family a lot of pleasure and rekindled some fun memories.

Garth Nettheim in Ceylon.

My family in Geneva, 1974. Photo by Garth Nettheim.

My Uncle David had been a highly acclaimed actor in his day and had had a huge career in London in the 50’s and 60’s.  David seemed to have travelled everywhere in the world and lived a large and flamboyant life. It was amazing to intimately discover his life through his enormous photo records. By the time I was around David had discarded his stills camera for a video camera, that seemed glued to his eye at every family event, but apparently before this he was always taking photos. He had a great photographers eye and good camera technique and having sifted through tens of thousands of his images I have decided to put a book together of some of the classics. Its been a fascinating project.

David Nettheim in Venezuaela.

Wellington. Photo by David Nettheim.

In summer my quiet island home, with a permanent population of 4200 people, becomes a tourist mecca with over 140,000 visitors passing through. For many locals it is an opportunity to work and make some money before things return to normal, the way we like it. Over recent years an increasing number cruise ships have made Kangaroo Island a port of call, with around 30 ships coming by this season. Whilst the wealthier patrons jump on overpriced tours and see the famous sites, the majority get dropped on shore at Penneshaw, a tiny town with a pub and a handful of restaurants. Seeing hundreds of visitors wandering around with not much to do, a decision was made  to have a cruise ship market. With a local musician, food and local souvenir stalls , its definitely better than nothing. I set my Basketboy stall up at several of these markets, live weaving baby rattles using local rushes, and actually did pretty well sometimes selling up to 9 rattles!

Crusie Ship Markets. My Basketboy stall at Penneshaw.

It has been two years since I went to Tasmania to work on the feature film The Nightingale with director Jennifer Kent. It was an amazing project to be a part of and the film is doing very well on the festival circuit ahead of its upcoming cinematic release, including Special Jury Prize at the Venice Film Festival. The producers have done an amazing job in keeping any film stills from leaking on to the web up till this point, but I am excited to start seeing a some of my images starting to appear.

Aisling Franciosi in The Nightingale.

Teaching yoga is currently my main occupation and the work that I am enjoying the most. Every Friday I teach a men’s yoga class, a kids yoga class and a whole family come along for my final class of the day. Its been great, but finding myself with just a bit to much free time, and not many opportunities to practice Karma Yoga,, I made the decision to do some volunteer work at the islands only assisted living and aged care facility in Kingscote. Now, each Thursday I teach a chair yoga class to a lovely bunch of octogenarians before going to a near by higher care unit to play piano and lead a music and percussion session. I have always loved working with our elders and I leave these sessions feeling great, and I think my students are enjoying it as well.

Chair Yoga at Carnarvon Assisted Living Centre.

A music and percussion session in progress at Anchusa Nursing Home.


Much has happenned.

It has been a while since my last blog update, and much has happened.

It takes a lot to get me off Kangaroo Island these days, but I did manage work on three very diverse film projects. The Nightingale would have me collaborating with director Jennifer Kent once again, who I had shot stills for on her phenomenally successful first film The Babadook. Shooting in some stunning  Tasmanian landscapes, the period film, set in 1820’s, featured some incredible performances from its fine cast and I am sure will make for an intense cinematic experience. Closer to home, Storm Boy, the retelling of the 1970’s Australian classic, had me working in the beautiful Coorong region of South Australia.  A crew full of old friends, the stunning coastal landscapes, remarkable trained pelicans and a stunning performance by 12 year old lead actor Finn Little making for a another good film making experience. Completely different in every respect, I Am Robot, shooting in the Adelaide Film Studios, was a futuristic sci fi thriller with incredible sets and starred a very cool robot designed by New Zealand’s WETA group along with US actress Hillary Swank in a leading role.

Hillary Swank in I Am Mother.

Storm Boy and Cargo movie posters featuring my photographs.

Storm Boy and Cargo movie posters featuring my photographs.

Practising and teaching yoga has become a central part of my life in my late 40’s. As my teacher experience grows it has become apparent to me that teaching yoga to children is what really lights me up, and challenges me enormously at the same time. In January I returned to Indore, India to undertake my next level of your teacher training. For the second time I lived at Paramanand Institute of Yoga Sciences for a month, undertaking an intense period of study and practice under the wise guidance of my mentor and guru Dr. Omanand, Guruji.

Guruji teaches international students at Paramamand ashram.

Guruji teaches international students at Paramamand ashram.


The presence of Dr. Nick Perch at the ashram was an added incentive to go. I had met and connected with Dr. Nick, a Ukrainian medical doctor as well as a  doctor of Yoga, on my initial visit to the ashram. On  top of completing his doctorate on the benefits of yoga for children, a shared passion, we connected deeply on a musical level, enjoying many sublime Bhakti Yoga sessions, devotional singing.

Dr. Nick Perch and I in a Bhakti Yoga moment.

Dr. Nick Perch and I in a Bhakti Yoga moment.

January would prove to be a busy time for our teacher Guruji  as he is much in demand internationally and throughout India as a yoga master and motivational speaker. I was one of a few students who were invited to join him on some of his trips, which were always an unpredictable adventure. This gave me the opportunity to see more of India than o my previous visit. There were epic overcrowded car journeys to  distant cites, overnight trips on freezing sleeper busses to mystery events, a yoga class for 700 hundred police cadets at dawn and joining 7000 kids in breaking the sun salutation work record, 1 million!. Travelling with Guruji felt a bit like travelling with Elvis; adoring fans would overload him  with garlands and fall at his feet in reverence, escorts in and out of the city. As his entourage we students were also given the royal treatment.

Myself and other Paramanand Yoga students joining 7000 Indian kids for the Sun Salutaion world record

Myself and other Paramanand Yoga students joining 7000 Indian kids for the Sun Salutation world record.

Guruji swamped by adoring Indian kids after their successful completion of the Sun Salutation world record.

Guruji swamped by adoring Indian kids after their successful completion of the Sun Salutation world record.

Once again, my this period of study was s a deeply transformative, as I qualified with my 300 hour teacher levels and had many amazing experiences. India seems to be reluctant to let me me go. Last time a Visa oversight had forced me to miss my flight and spend a stressful and expensive 24 hours sorting out the mess. This time a sudden bout of food poisoning at the airport tried to prevent me from boarding my flight. Determined to get home I took my seat for what would be possibly the most uncomfortable and humbling 7 hours of my life.

Afternoon yoga class on the lawn at Paramanand Institute in Indore.

Afternoon yoga class on the lawn at Paramanand Institute in Indore.

My work as a stills photographer was very well represented in an exhibition called Starstruck put together by Australia’s National Portrait Gallery. The exhibition looked at movie set portraits throughout the history of Australian film making. I did several interviews for the show, had one my images used on the poster and book as well as eleven images in the show itself. The exhibition opened in Canberra and travels around the country throughout 2018.


My wonderful father Professor Robert Garth Nettheim died in February, shortly after his 85th birthday. I have always been very proud of my beautiful dad who I loved dearly. A tender and caring father, an interesting, highly intelligent, funny man and an outstanding teacher and activist. Throughout his career as a law professor he was a champion of human rights for indigenous people  and had done some seminal work in forwarding the rights and restoring the land rights of the original Australians.

Photo by Matt Nettheim

Professor Garth Nettheim
in his office. Law faculty UNSW 1992.

It had been a long goodbye over a few years, my sister Anna had been outstanding in supporting him in Sydney in his declining health. My regular visits to Sydney to spend time with him had  brought our family closer together and the intense and emotional process of organising his funeral with my siblings was an honour. Many beautiful tributes flowed in from friends, former colleagues and students and from the many people touched by his important work. A lovely obituary was published in The Sydney Morning Herald, the newspaper he had read daily his whole life.

Photo by Matt Nettheim

Professor Garth Nettheim

I picked up first prize in the Kangaroo Island Easter Art Competition with a basket weaving dedication to my father. Called The Life of Professor Garth Nettheim, the work marked a departure from my usual baskets and rattles as I explored story telling weaving around the theme of life and death. Starting at his birth, I used photographs and memories to feel into all the different stages of my dads life as the basket grew and evolved, the completed weaving over 5 foot tall. The finished work definitely had a sense of having my Garth’s spirit, a interesting organic shape that seemed to moved of its own accord.

The Life of Professor Garth Nettheim. My winning weaving from Kangaroo Islands Easter Art event.

The Life of Professor Garth Nettheim. My winning weaving from Kangaroo Islands Easter Art event.

Having travelled and studied in India and cremated my father in Sydney, I settled into a restful period at my beautiful place on Kangaroo Island, a chance to integrate the teachings I had learnt and enjoy my backyard beach in the warmer months. In May, it was great to get asked to teach yoga to the children at 2 of the islands schools and have the  opportunity to practice what I had learnt. Integrating laughing yoga practices as well as traditional Hatha, mediation and pranayama, I am currently teaching the entire school at Penneshaw, including the teachers, and two entire classes at Kingscote.  It has been challenging and fun to design a 8 week course for my students and the early responses and feedback from the kids and teachers has been very positive. It still amazes me to have 80 Australian country kids of all ages sitting in meditation, completely silent for several minutes and then see them float peacefully out the door. It is just such wonderful work.

Laughing yoga with the kids at Penneshaw Primary School, Kangaroo Island.

Laughing yoga with the kids at Penneshaw Primary School, Kangaroo Island.


Within a month of returning from India as a yoga teacher I opened my first yoga studio in an unoccupied house on my street, and called it YOGA MATT.  A small flyer drop around my community and word of mouth attracted a group of local students to my space, that really could only accommodate 6 or 7, most of who would stick around to become my regulars. My initial classes were free, allowing me to develop my teacher style and confidence, and then payment was made by donation. My students seemed to appreciate the traditional and spiritual style of my teaching practice, incorporating  prayers, pranayama, meditation and even Bhatki Yoga, devotional singing and playing musical instruments.


My first yoga school, taking over a vacant house on my street.


With my confidence building as a yoga teacher I approached my local primary school in Penneshaw and offered my services there. The schools caring and progressive headmaster, Leanne Woods, embraced the idea and found a small amount of funding to get me started. I was allocated 2 groups of 6 boys from the senior and junior classes of the tiny rural school, and teaching this age group presented many new challenges for me. Incorporating games, juggling and hacky-sack into my warm ups, the kids supplied the music, and after my initial nervousness I quickly grew to love these classes.


Yoga teaching kids at Penneshaw Primary School.


Although I have played piano my whole life and performed in numerous bands I woke up one day with the strong desire to start performing solo.  I contacted my local pub, the Penneshaw Hotel, and using my yogi name Madhav, debuted in the front bar on a busy Friday night. Dressed in my “magic” colorful striped jacket I went on with the intention of putting on a show, and really put my heart into it. Performing only my original songs, I included some extra drums and percussion in my kit and invited the audience to get involved, which a few people did. This interaction would become the format of my following shows which took place at the local market and True Thai restaurant. Trying to describe my music and show to other people, the best I have come up with is Peter Allan meets Kurt Cobain.


Madhav performing on the harmonium at True Thai Restaurant, Kangaroo Island.


My partner Ky was due for a  break from her demanding work as an Arts Therapist, and needing some inspiration, so she organised an overseas trip to the USA and Japan. I joined her and her son Yeshe on the adventure. Starting in San Francisco we went straight into a week long Art and Life retreat at the Berkeley Shambhala centre. The program explored the creative teachings of Buddhist master teacher Chogyam Trungpa and amongst another creative techniques we explored calligraphy, object arranging, blind drawing and physical movement, mixed up with a healthy dose of meditation. After this we spent a week on the Idaho /Washington border visiting a friend for what was an interesting taste rural America.


Art and Life retreat at the Berkeley Shambhala center. Exploring calligraphy with natural objects.


In Japan we had 2 amazing weeks in the beautiful city of Kyoto staying in a traditional house. Despite intense heat our days were spent exploring the city on bikes and eating beautiful food in the many tiny cafes and restaurants. Moving to the north island, Hokkaido, we spent another two weeks in the densely forested town of Nukibira, a ski town famous for its onsens (natural hot baths), the boiling mineral rich waters which are pumped into all the towns hotels. Bathing daily naked in these baths with the locals had some deep healing effects on all of us on a number of levels, and it was great to be close to nature again after the time spent in big cities. At one point we were flooded in the result of a series of typhoons sweeping through the region.


Our accommodation in Nukabira, Hokkaido Japan.


Returning to Australia I went straight into my first job as a stills photographer for almost a year. Staring UK actor Martin Freeman, Cargo is a feature film, of the zombie genre, set in the Australian outback and written and directed by Yolanda Ramke  and Ben Howling. Leigh Creek in remote South Australia where we were shooting as about as far as you can get from the densely forested mountains of Hokkaido Japan, but once again I was flooded in as unseasonal cold and rain caused havoc for the production throughout the shoot.


Cargo. Martin Freeman in outback South Australia.

Whilst in Leigh Creek, and with a few days off,  I contacted the local primary school and offered my service as a yoga teacher. The school counselor Jayne Martin jumped on the opportunity and I was assigned 6 kids who I had the opportunity to work with on two occasions. It is hard for me to express how gratifying it is to pass these teachings on to kids in rural communities, and seeing the health and confidence that yoga and mediation, not to mention correct breathing, can offer this generation. This work really lights me up and I can see it becoming an important part of my unpredictable life direction.


Yoga teaching at Leigh Creek Area School, South Australia.



A yoga teacher!

Things  can get very interesting when you trust your instincts and follow your  sense of attraction. Last month exactly this took me to an Ashram in Indore, central India, called Paramanand Institute of Yogic Sciences.  I lived there for a month, a period of deep learning  and transformation, and I left with so much more than a yoga teacher qualification. Rediscovering  yoga  4 years ago, an interest quickly became self motivated daily practice, encouraged by the physical and mental health improvements I was experiencing. The idea of being a yoga teacher had occurred to me, and when I heard about the idea of training in India, and about this particular school, it just felt right.


The streets of Indore, India.

I had never been to India before, and driving through the chaotic streets of Indore from the airport to the ashram, families of 5 on a single motorbike dodging cows on the freeway, was an eye opening experince. The Ashram, although close to the city, sat on 6 acres of land busting with organic crops, an injured cow nursery as well as temples, a monastery and age care facilities.  My roommate Ramon, from Holland, was going into his third month at the Ashram and although already a qualified yoga teacher was in no hurry to leave. We became good friends over the time sharing many amazing experiences as well as a prolonged bout of street food poisoning.


Organic wheat being harvested by hand from the surrounding fields of Paramanand Ashram.



My fellow students and I enjoy an Asana class in the sun.

Getting into the course, it was a blessing to only have 5 people in my group, and it didn’t bother me at all that I was the only male and aproximately double the age of my fellow students. Every day was intense, starting at dawn with yoga, pranayam and meditation before going into  classes in Yoga Therapy, Yoga Philosophy, Ayurveda, Pranayam (yogic breathing) ,Yoga Asanas (poses) and teaching techniques. Every day we were also required to perform acts of Karma Yoga, selfless acts without expectation of reward. My photography became a key part of this practice as I documented all aspects of the Ashram life for my fellow students and the institute and by the end people were lining up to commission work. Each day finished with Bhakti Yoga, devotional singing and prayer which often became a fun and spirited jam session on traditional Indian instruments.


Yoga Therapy. I assisted Moize with his yoga practice most days. Paralised from the waist down for 10 years he was starting to get sensation and strength back in his legs after a just a month of practice.



Bhakti Yoga. Dr Nick Perch, myself and Ramon had many sublime moments on  the traditional Indian instruments.

The Ashrams founder and guru was Guruji, Dr Omananad, a charismatic, fun and deeply wise yogi who inspired all his students to do their best. The author of many books and the teacher of tens of thousands of students, his knowledge was steeped in the ancient traditions of Indian yoga. He never seemed to sleep and was always available to us to answer questions or deal with any concerns. On top of taking classes, twice a day he would lead us in group pranayam and mediation. These were always intensely physical and spiritual experiences; some students might end up crying hysterically, others laughing whilst others might go into involuntary full body shakes. I experienced all of these states at various times. Towards the end of the course Guruji issued us with a personal mantra and a yogi name in an ancient ritual. You can now call me Madhav Ananad- Divine Compassion- Sweet Bliss.


The teachers of Paramanand Institute of Yoga Sciences.



Dr. Omanand, Guruji.


I left the Ashram with my 200 hour teacher qualification feeling energised, inspired and ready to face the world. Arriving in Mumbai however, I discovered that my travel visa would run out  just hours before my return flight, no hotel would allow me to check in and I spent the night on a couch in a hotel foyer wondering if I would be sent to prison.  My mediation practice and recently learned prayer techniques had never been so critical as I slowly untangled the mess and negotiated my way through the chaos and confusion of Indian bureaucracy. Strangers came forward at key moments to help me out and although I missed my flight I left India the following day wiser for the experience.


An intense group mediation in process.



When this amazing old lady from a nearby aged care facility started coming to morning class she was obese and depressed. She is now half her size, full of life, loads of fun and insists on attempting every Asana.

Back on Kangaroo Island Ky was definitely into the idea of having a yoga teacher as her boyfriend and I started taking her for classes straight away. Within a week I took my first real class, a group of seniors sitting in chairs at an aged care facility. I made them chant OM but spared them reciting the Sanskrit prayers and chanting Shanti. I think they all enjoyed the experience, only one student fell asleep. I loved it.


My first yoga class to the residents of Carnarvon Aged Care facility Kingscote.

The Earth Gives Us Everything.

My film Another Country premiered at the Melbourne International Film Festival and received a long standing ovation. For a documentary, and my first effort as a cinematographer, it has been exciting to watch it not only do well on the festival circuit, but pick up some amazing reviews and even get a cinematic release. I caught up with the film at The Adelaide Film Festival and stood with my director Molly Reynolds for a couple of what has been for her a busy circuit of Q&A’s and interviews. My family and loved ones caught the film at various places around the county and were full of praise, which felt great. I am very proud of Another Country and the supporting website Still Our Country.

Molly Reynolds and myself take questions at the end of the Another Country premiere in Adelaide.

Molly Reynolds and myself take questions at the end of the Another Country premiere in Adelaide.

It gets pretty cold and windy in winter here on Kangaroo Island, so I am particularly proud at having only slept in my house for a couple of weeks this year. Having a  tent in the back garden as our bedroom has been a great decision, amongst many other things, freeing up a whole room in the house just for yoga and meditation! The bell style canvas tent glows magically by lantern light at night, the big winds and storms weave their way into my dreams,  you feel the thud, thud, thud of  kangaroo’s passing by and wake very morning to a chorus of native birds. My girlfriend Ky has been studying Eco Psychology and Eco Art Therapy this year and the whole family is reaping the benefits of her studies. Connecting with nature and understanding the interconnection of all things are wise and healing teachings, made easier by the fact that I already live in a beautiful natural environment. I have always been partial to sleeping outside. Eco-psychology guru and  Project Nature Connect founder, Dr.Michael Cohen, has apparently slept outside since the 1970’s, legend.

My bedroom at Baudin Beach, Kangaroo Island.

My bedroom at Baudin Beach, Kangaroo Island.

A time rich lifestyle on Kangaroo Island creates some interesting opportunities. Finding lots of enjoyment through my personal photo projects again, I set up a volunteer artistic residency at the islands Aged/Assisted Living facility Carnarvon. Over 2 months I got to know the residents and staff then set up  a little portrait studio in the common room and invited them in. The residents brought along a chair or other special items from their rooms for their sitting, and later on worked with me to select their favorite shots, and order prints for their families. I loved this project and these dignified portraits, that now hang in the entrance foyer of Carnarvon.

The Residents of Carnarvon.

The Residents of Carnarvon.

My exhibition in the Carnarvon foyer.

My portrait display, The Residents of Carnarvon in the entrance  foyer.


Together with Ky and my neighbor Angie Watkins, we held  an exhibition at our local gallery Artworks titled The Earth Gives Us Everything . Ky unveiled her stunning Tari landscape series that she has been working on since we moved to the island. Angie took her wand making to a new heights, working with materials mostly found on our beach, for what was her first ever art exhibition. My photography also stayed with a local theme. I took family portraits of the majority of my community here at Baudin  Beach, a great opportunity to get to know the locals and further develop a portrait series that I have been working on since moving to the island. Never a great landscape photographer, I challenged myself to try and capture something of the beautiful and dramatic places that surround me, juxtaposing a selection of these with my portraits.  Working only with local materials I also weaved a few bits and pieces, including my first pair of woven thongs.

Ky, Wren Lashmar and myself prepare the walls at Artworks for our exhibiton.

Ky, Wren Lashmar and myself prepare the walls at Artworks for our exhibition in this publicity photo by Anne Lashmar.


Local landscapes and portraits from The Earth Gives Us Everything exhibition.

Local landscapes and portraits from The Earth Gives Us Everything exhibition.


My exhibition of weaving and photography at Artworks.

My exhibition of weaving and photography at Artworks.


Also at the Artworks gallery I taught my first basket weaving workshop which attracted strong interest from my community. My students got to learn the basics of wicker weaving using local sedge’s and rushes, and it went well, everyone walked away with at least one little basket. Part of a series of Winter Workshops concieved by Ky, I was fortunate to participate in all three of her fantastic Art Therapy workshops. We both now spend time working at this community gallery that represents many fine artists from around the island.

Participants at my first basket weaving workshop in action.

Participants at my first basket weaving workshop in action.

It hasn’t been all beach walks and fine food, some work did come up and I ducked off to Canberra to spend a week working on Secret City, a futuristic political thriller. Having had some time away from on set stills photography it was really fun to get back into it and I enjoyed the work and travel. Having been a NIKON man for the best part of my career, this project marked my first job working with a SONY camera, the AR7 2, which had just came on the market. Being able to take high resolution stills completely silently up till now has required the use of a camera blimp , a silencing box that goes around the camera and lens, an obscure and heavy accessory used almost exclusively by us stills types. The era of the sound blimp was always going to come to an end with the advent of digital photography, but it has taken its time for this technology to get up to speed for use in my industry.  It was liberating to finally be able to reduce my equipment to one light camera body and a couple of lenses, and give my body a break from a career of heavy lugging.

Jacki Weaver in Canberra for Secret City.

Jacki Weaver in Canberra for Secret City.


A great warrior has left this world. Ramindjeri elder Karno Walker was a traditional lore man, story teller, activist and fighter. Karno had spent the last few years in court fighting for sovereignty on behalf of his people and all Original Australians.When my family arrived on Kangaroo Island (Karta)  2 years ago we went first to Karno and Christine’s place (Wulde Wurri – Eagles Nest) that sits above Murray Lagoon.  He surprised and honoured us with a welcome to country ceremony in traditional dress, setting up what has been a great relationship with this land. His friendship and teachings have been a special part of our time here. 2 weeks ago we were again with Karno and  Christine at Wulde Wurri for a Mum:oo:wee ceremony,  4 days of talking and healing that attracted people from all around the country. I will miss this unique and powerful man and honour his passing on of knowledge and stories, towards more understanding and greater peace on earth.


Karno Walker at Wide Wurri 2015

Karno Walker at Wilde Wurri, Karta 2015

Karno Walker 2015.

Karno Walker 2015.


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