March 16, 2017 § Leave a comment
Recently my work has featured on the Photograd website, showcasing my current work and also discussing my MA studies, the link to the main review is below…
Image from “Father Please”- current visual and audio piece.
February 6, 2017 § Leave a comment
Further work from upcoming photography exhibition exploring relationships and communication through sound and photography , please read further below for full description of project.
Accompanying sound, is the broken down image.
January 24, 2017 § Leave a comment
Further work from ongoing exploration of relationships and communication
Again in keeping with the study, the image has been converted into sound to allow its message to be heard, as of yet no morse code message has been added to the sound as the message of the image still remains some what foggy.
January 13, 2017 § Leave a comment
The character in the image has lost all identity, he wants to reach out and speak, he wishes to communicate and to be heard, but the object has taken precedent, the giver of the object is in control and they feel that all that needs to be said can be done through the transitioning of objects.
The morse code breaks through a message of desperation and portrays a cry for help, the background noise is the image itself broken down into simple sound… the message reaches out from the image and addresses the controller of the situation directly.
The following depicts the destruction of a transitional object, the frustration has been taken out on the object used during a communicational attempt, again the object has taken precedent, becoming more important than the characters of the narrative.
Again the image has been broken down into sound, the morse code reaches out with another message of desperation “words for father” the offering of open discourse between the two characters, the sound of the image has become harsher than the previous, this is serendipity and has had no editing done to it in any way, confirming the angered voice of the image, in contrast to the much more subdued image above.
January 4, 2017 § Leave a comment
These images are from a series of ongoing photography work i am working on, the images are exploring relationships through the interchanging of gifts and the places where relationships have played out, in particular the relationship between a father and his son.
The images use the loss of personality as a metaphor for the depersonalisation that can take place in strained and difficult relationships, the objects shot in the images are transitional objects, passed from one character of the relationship to the other, the objects obscure the recipients face, giving the object precedent within the narrative, however the juxtaposition leaves the viewer awkward and uncomfortable, this is how it is? but is this how it should be? locations shot, are area’s of strong or significant memory, shot in harsh and direct flash, they are but glimpses of the locations, shot as our memory remembers, in brief moments or snapshots, obscuring any hope of a clear and complete story.
November 9, 2016 § Leave a comment
Brenda is 78 year old woman from Manchester, as a child she suffered an attack of polio which left her disabled in one of her legs and therefore giving her life long mobility issues, and is now suffering from acute arthritis in her hands, recently she has been moved into a care home for the first time in her life, and is now coming to terms with her age. Here she discusses with her grandson in frank terms her opinion on age, the younger generation and her life in brief.
November 7, 2016 § Leave a comment
It’s on the edge of the cliff again, creativity, I can feel it, just there out of reach, sat in my stomach wanting to claw its way aggressively to my mouth and be heard or seen, but it doesn’t come, like solid vomit it sits heavy in the gut, I wanna scream with frustration, I wanna punch my self till it pours from me, till every blank page is soaked in it, then I’d sit and say “there it is”, but I scream and there’s sound, but it’s silent, meaningless, and I scream again, and there’s nothing, I am running from person to person I shake them from the shoulders and I scream in their faces, I want to say the things I need to say, but I speak like a mute, the words are noise, but they are silent, it’s moved up into my head, the words the sounds the images, I need to take a hammer to the box, to free the thoughts from within and let them run all over me, but I can’t, I am pathetic, I am a coward, I blame the city, I imagine swatting it with a giant hand, and pound it into dust whilst I scream and cry, there must be something to blame, and they restrain me and pin me to the ground, and I try to tell them of the images inside the sounds, the words, but I am roaring at them and they are afraid, we are all cowards.