Tim Coad

Beneath the sticks lays a barren landscape, still warm, and crumbling beneath me. 

The bushfire season leaves its mark on the outskirts of Geeveston, Tasmania.

Fallen branches cover the ground, the ashy earth crumbles before me. The land is left desolate, fragile, and held witness to its own collapse. 

Marks are drawn, scanned and layered, revealing the ruin and vulnerability of the landscape, and its endurance throughout a constant state of flux.