Truth is not always found in the biggest of things, but comes in little revelations. Little epiphanies. It is the things people write on walls when alone. It is there in the odd melancholy of a wind farm against a stormy sky, or in moments of quiet joy, a balloon lifting past a sullen city building...

There is of course an infinity of things we don't see while we are busy getting on with life. Photographers, by the very nature of their profession, cannot look away. But a good photographer must look properly, look freshly at the world, look at it a little from the side.

These photos are of protest, of childhood, of contemplation, of back alleys and brief beauty. Many of Cherina's photographs remind me of the late afternoon, or the very latest part of the night - in-between times and places where things are happening although we dream they are not...

[Words by Shevaun Cooley - October 2007]
Hopscotch, Busselton, Western Australia