Lizard Island

I don’t talk about it often, but this whole “Lizard Island” world started on a yachting trip through the Whitsunday Islands in Queensland.

The place was breathtaking… raw, wild, full of life. Fish everywhere, birds constantly moving, colours you almost can’t believe. At the same time, on nearly every beach there was rubbish – plastic, rope, things that just didn’t belong there.

These green creatures and jagged shapes are my memory of that tension… beauty and damage side by side.