Gina turns your gaze from our sometimes, too wondrous landscape, to trees within it. Dying.

Large tracts of land have become, are becoming denuded of trees. Trees make rain. The wind blows and there is no rain. Gina is drawn to the beautiful shapes of individual trees, mainly Eucalypts, highlighting them by isolating the tree from its landscape. Blue, to catch the eye creating presence, solitary, fragile, gentle. A moment of contemplation. To the loss. To the Presence of Absence.

Where Absence may be comprehended as a mode of Presence; it is not-yet or no-longer. There is a trace, of Presence, and Absence. (like the empty chair at the dinner table).

When enough things are absent, the absence takes on a presence of its own.