now playing: bruce springsteen - i'm goin' down
rear window
now playing: fleetwood mac - dreams
there is more wisdom in your body than in your deepest philosophy
there is more wisdom in your body than in your deepest philosophy
- friedrich nietzsche.
The latest instalment of my project with Sarah Mercer is now up on weaving words into light.
now playing: amy winehouse - cupid
ealing
now playing: nina simone - brown eyed handsome man
szabadság szobor
now playing: david bowie - i can't explain
bouquet
now playing: john zorn - kol nidre
woman withdrawing into herself
now playing: ani difranco - untouchable face
shifting relationships
now playing: elvis costello and the attractions - you'll never be a man
take a seat
now playing: tony bennett and k.d. lang - you can't lose a broken heart
light of day
now playing: marvin gaye - i heard it through the grapevine
ealing studios
now playing: polly scattergood - bunny club
please don't touch
please don't touch
please don't stop and stare
yes, i thank you for your kindness
but there's sadness in the air
please don't touch
'cause it makes me jitter, and
although i lost my mind, sir,
i think you lost yours quicker
please don't touch
- polly scattergood
now playing: polly scattergood - please don't touch
blue and green should never be seen...
...without another colour in between.
now playing: david bowie - fashion
headshot
In case you're wondering, I'm catching up on posting some old work.
My hair is much longer at the moment.
now playing: veruca salt - get back
it's not easy being green...
now playing: young werther - cornish green
weaving words into light
I've been collaborating with Brisbane writer, Simon Groth, on i see a pattern forming since May 2011. Though our posts have been minimal lately, this is still a work in progress, and the concentration of late has been more about how to make this collaboration come to life in a place other than the internet.
A recent collaboration with McKenzie Johnson, an American photographer currently based in China, is much less formal, and taking place as a sort of dialogue, loosely titled 'Alone Together'. We are currently posting the first tentative responses to each other via Flickr, but may take the conversation to a place more consolidated in the future. I will keep you updated on that.
Slightly more recently, myself and Canadian photographer, Sarah Mercer, have taken to collaborating one on one after being involved in the Divine Diptych Project. We both enjoyed that experience, which often took a second place to life for many members of the Divine Sisterhood, so we thought we'd branch out on our own.
The work we are producing for this project is based on themes coming from song or movie titles and quotes, weaving words into light. Some images, like the first, will be diptychs, but that is not a requirement of the project. We're both excited about where this might lead.
now playing: pj harvey - you come through
the old chapel
I'm generally not one for 'Hallmark' holidays. I can often be heard to 'bah humbug' (or the seasonal equivalent) at Christmas, Easter and Valentine's Day.
Being an atheist, Christmas and Easter don't mean much to me except 8 parts family + 2 parts gifts (Christmas), and 8 parts chocolate + 2 parts hot cross buns (Easter). Similarly, the origins of St Valentine's Day, beyond poetic romanticism, don't capture my heart, as it were.
The fact that I don't 'believe' in St Valentine's Day doesn't mean I'm not a hopeless romantic when I want to be.
This time last year, Kyle and I stayed in a gorgeous little cottage: a converted chapel in Baldersdale, County Durham, I found on the cottages.com website. It has everything going for it apart from an internet connection, though that in itself was probably a good thing most of the time.
Located on a country lane, mostly isolated apart from a few nearby farmhouses that have also been converted into holiday accommodation, it was the perfect location from which to explore not only County Durham, but the Yorkshire Dales and Moors, and York itself; the Lake District; and Scarborough and the northeast coast. Arriving when the snow was still on the ground, it was extremely picturesque.
Totally self-contained, it provided us with the perfect place to return to of an evening after full days of sightseeing, picture-taking, pub lunches (and dinners) and, in some instances, pub quizzes. Being that way inclined, we'd often return from the cold outdoors after a long day to indulge in a game of Monopoly (or three) in the warmth with wine or cider and cheeses, and Guinness and baked goods, respectively.
On St Valentine's Day last year, we explored Rievaulx Abbey, Helmsley Castle (I might have photographed a pigeon carcass, which wasn't particularly romantic to most people's perception!), and Egglestone Abbey at sunset. Our days before and after were filled with picturesque and historic villages, snow, grand homes, abbeys, churches, graveyards, beaches, parsonages, and such-like. A veritable feast for our eyes, cameras and imaginations.
This year, unfortunately, we once more spend this time of year apart. Kyle has just moved house to settle in Brisbane until he finishes his degree and readies himself to head over here. Though I spent a month in Australia with him over Christmas and New Year's, I missed sharing the thrill of snow with him again this year, which he experienced for the first time last year.
However, all going to plan, he will be here to enjoy the snow and St Valentine's Day with me next year. If I knew the exact date, you bet I would be counting down the days.
now playing: victoria williams - my funny valentine
tea for two
Despite how it may seem from my intermittent posting during the latter part of last year, and this being my first post for 2013, I have been keeping busy with taking and editing photos, and with visiting many galleries already this year.
I spent a month during December and January visiting my partner, our respective families, and friends back in Australia, with quite a lot of jumping about from place to place.
During my travels I took quite a lot of photos of Winton, Queensland, and surrounds, where my partner's family lives and where he has spent a large part of his life, and quite a few snaps of him. I'll post some of the photos of landscape and fauna I captured whilst I was there on here soon, though I didn't take my usual glut of photos whilst away, and none of them were self-portraits. The heat and injured / painful feet (long story) hindered me, and it was also good to actually have a proper holiday.
Since my return to London I have been catching up on seeing a lot of art (I will try to post about some of that on here), and have also been trying to catch up on my backlog of editing.
Last year I finally finished working my way through photos from a road trip with Natasha Wheatley in 2009; and I'm currently working my way through photographs from the road trip I took with Philip Ivens from Melbourne to Brisbane in 2010.
Below is a sequence of images I took of Philip 'in conversation' with a visiting kookaburra on the verandah of the cabin we stayed in at Waratah Bay on our first night out of Melbourne. At the bottom is an animated gif of the five images, because, well, I just couldn't help myself.
They had reached a stand-off:
despite the kookaburra's insistence that not all verticals in a photograph have to be vertical,
and that high contrast in photographs is perfectly acceptable,
Phil was not buying it.
Thank you to Phil for letting me post these surreptitiously taken photos, despite hating to be photographed, let alone have those same photographs posted on the internet. His expression in the second last shot was actually directed at me as he twigged that he may be in the shots, though I denied at the time that he was ;o)
now playing: lana del rey - blue jeans
are you trying to seduce me...?
I saw a billboard for the Seduced by Art: Photography Past and Present exhibition at the National Gallery in London in the Tube the other day, and thought 'Ooh, that would be good!', and mentally earmarked it for suggestion to a friend to catch up to see this weekend, as I've had to rain-check twice on catching up with him.
I went to look up details just now, and though I will still probably check it out, it irked me no end that:
a) It is the National Gallery's first major exhibition of photography. Camera photography is not a new art. The process has existed for almost 200 years in some form. Why has it taken this long for the National Gallery to recognise it as art?
b) By 'recognise' I use the term loosely. The description of the exhibition states: It takes a provocative look at how photographers use fine art traditions, including Old Master painting, to explore and justify the possibilities of their art. Le sigh. Photographers still have to 'justify' the 'possibilities' of their art? I'm surprised the word 'art' in this context isn't within quotation marks to clearly indicate the National Gallery's view that photography's claim to being art is a spurious one, at best.
c) The National Gallery's first major exhibition of photography is actually not an exhibition of photography. It is an exhibition of photography and painting. Drawing attention to one particular and rich strand of photography's history - that of the influence and inspiration of historical painting. From that description, I would assume the exhibition indicates photography is only valid as an art form in its relation to painting, and will be viewed as such, not as a standalone art form in its own right.
d) The opening gambit for the exhibition is View Old Master painting through a new lens with the National Gallery's first major exhibition of photography. Even in the blurb, photography takes a poor second place.
I haven't even been to the exhibition and I'm already riled up about it. I hope it isn't as patronising and insulting to photographic artists as it sounds. Arguably the contemporary photographers it mentions including are not my preference, but to indicate showing their work is only valid in the context of showing how they have been influenced by painters from times past (and not even contemporary painters) feels like a complete negation of their work, to me.
I'm not arguing that art from one time or one medium doesn't influence art that follows or art in a newer medium. I would be naive to disregard that aspect. But surely if you're going to stage the first major exhibition of an art form, you would concentrate on that art form, not on how it references / is derivative of another form of art / art medium?
now playing: george michael - freedom! '90
i see a darkness
Well, you're my friend and can you see,
Many times we've been out drinkin',
Many times we've shared our thoughts,
But did you ever, ever notice, the kind of thoughts I got?
Well, you know I have a love, a love for everyone I know.
And you know I have a drive to live, I won't let go.
But can you see this opposition comes rising up sometimes?
That its dreadful imposition, comes blacking in my mind.
And that I see a darkness.
And that I see a darkness.
And that I see a darkness.
Did you know how much I love you?
Is a hope that somehow you,
Can save me from this darkness.
- Bonnie 'Prince' Billy
now playing: bonnie 'prince' billy - i see a darkness