Zoe McMahon‘s is an instinctual approach to photography. She doesn’t plan, she waits and she looks and she travels. And every so often she finds a space that feels familiar, a space that induces tenderness, a space that speaks, and she doesn’t photograph it so much as have a brief, heart wrenching affair with it.
These spaces come in many guises. She discovers beauty in barrenness, but also celebrates colour, contrast and the human body. There are delicious blurs, wistful mists, lonely landscapes, and obscured reflections, but also consequence-less swims, boys having brewskies, and pushy, unexpected hues.**Looking at her photos you catch feelings, sensing free-fall and possibility. These spaces are a documentation of a life. An interesting life, but more importantly, an interested one.








