The House That Rocks

There is a grand old house half way up a hill not far from corporate Sydney where a couple of my mates eat, sleep and jam. Within these walls radiates a united creative energy with lucid spurts of ecstasy and spontaneity to frustrating self-indulgent procrastination.

It’s this unpredictable environment and the mutual interest in rock and metal that attracted me to start a photographic series, knowing that it would force me out of my comfort zone. A subject I had little control over with potential images appearing and disappearing at a cracking pace. I had to adapt and re-think my photographic ways to be able to capture selected moments to enable me to tell the story.

Captured over a period of months the following images are a small taste of what it’s like living in The House That Rocks!