Mark Smith
Photographer
Light is a big player in my game, as is colour, the two things that I love to tinker with most days, and if it’s not through a lens, then it’s always a watchful eye.
My palette was driven strongly from time spent out on the West Coast, just out from Auckland, the black iron sands after a tide has pulled out, seeing the beautiful blue from the iron sitting on top. The sky and all its changes through a setting sun, looking into waves and seeing the blue and green water change colour as sand from the bottom mixes them into a foamy grey mush. The orange rescue buoy hanging on a hook at the bottom of a volcanic cliff, and Kikuyu grass, when the sun gets behind it, the impossible bright green that is produced is almost impossible.