Festival Year :
Jill Crossley’s Unreliable Witness is a series of enigmatic images taken from a single body of water which engender a deeper contemplation within the viewer.
Crossley’s life time experience as a photographer and artist mean the images are arresting in their simultaneous simplicity and complexity. While many offer a recognisable image, a reflected gum tree for instance, as an “entry point”, the viewer is triggered to discover patterns, images and feelings residing just below the surface which reveal themselves on closer inspection.
It is as though Crossley has materialised the aphorism “still waters run deep” and these photographs transport the viewer into reverie, imagination and daydream. She has captured the duality of abstraction and naturalism.
The experience of having something hidden revealed through the lens of Crossley’s camera is an act of intimacy as well as solitude. Crossley lifts the veil on something we’ve seen many times, natural images reflected in water, and in doing so we are both let into her alternative world and made aware that it is her gift, not ours, to render the exotic from the seemingly common-place.
In a sense, the images in Unreliable Witness are meta-photographic pushing the form beyond its own medium, appearing quasi three dimensional or as if they had been created using graphite, charcoal or luscious paint.
The exhibition offers viewers a pleasurable aesthetic experience and triggers a journey into the imagination.
The images vacillate between near realism and poetic fantasy. Whatever else they are, they are a mission and each viewer imbues them with what they bring of themselves.
“Like any mirror water reflects ourselves back at us. What we see in the image is a reflection of our own selves”, Crossley says.
“I see the reality of objects, but I am drawn into the mystery of that reality. I seek to reveal or extend something which may not be obvious and to enter into it”.
Crossley’s strong affinity with landscape dates back to her childhood on a Western Australian farm during the 1930’s and her connection continues today in her Central Coast home.
“As a child I went exploring alone in areas of undisturbed bush on our property, sometimes to be thrilled by the parts I found some resonance with, a sense of comfort and warmth, some answer to an unconscious need.
During other wanderings in the stillness of early afternoon I was chilled alternatively by a frightening sense of aloneness and the feeling that when one hears the snapping of dry twigs and sticks underfoot and the exaggerated sound of my own breath, that perhaps I wasn’t alone.
“I imagined the appearance of Aboriginal people, not as they are today, but unclothed and belonging. In later years I often felt the presence of their spirit in the bush and with it, a heartfelt sympathy for their dispossession, for the severance from the essence of their being, their tribal land”.
This yearning for the familiar and the strange transcends the photographs or perhaps it is just as the poet Wordsworth said “what we perceive is to a large extent the fruit of our own imagination”.
This thoughtful exhibition embodies the central paradox of great art; what is within an image and what meaning does the audience bring?
Stanley Street Gallery
1/52-54 Stanley St
Darlinghurst NSW 2010