Where I lived in Australia, every property carried a fair distance to the next, no house had a number. There were only mail routes. I lived on “Mail Service 541”.
As I look out across the landscape, I turn and think; ‘what is it to be here?’. I see an infinite number of ways to perceive what is around me. ‘What is my relationship to this phenomenology of landscape and the representation of as place or space?’.
Mail Service 541
