13.07.05, 3pm...the beginning of the end...
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there are days when the tape inside your head plays over and over and over and will not stop... louder than everything else around you...block it out but soon it returns...
some days i think i will drown in the sound of those words...
i'm too tired of treading water to stop them.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Thursday, July 06, 2006
self portraiture
i'm harbouring annoyance that when i got my photos developed the cd that accompanied the prints was missing an entire roll, the one containing some of my favourite images. but, fwiw, at least i could share some from the other 3...
two things come to mind as i look at them...
one, that photographing in film is a kind of russian roulette - typically you take one stab at a shot and hope for the best. you can't view your image on a screen and retake it instantly if you want it to be better. i've yet to work out why i've been resistant to switch to digital.
and secondly, i am struck by how autobiographical these feel to me... when i review these images i am aware of how i felt when i took them, their mood (i find a stillness in several that i think speaks to the contemplation i was looking for in the moments they represent) and the shapes they make. and also that i am increasingly looking to the form of an object and the negative space around and within it...
i never imagine myself mastering the craft of photography in the way some of my talented friends have, but i am finding it a more rewarding process and a good test of one's mettle to attempt not feeling intimidated and so share one's images with those whose eyes you respect and admire...
so i pushed my boundaries today and dared to offer some of my prints as a gift to one such photographer, uncertain if out of trust for their grace, or out of belief that they would find my story in them...
was great to walk into the cafe after work and greet familiar faces and embrace missed friends...
tomorrow i'll post reflections written while away...
LB, x.
two things come to mind as i look at them...
one, that photographing in film is a kind of russian roulette - typically you take one stab at a shot and hope for the best. you can't view your image on a screen and retake it instantly if you want it to be better. i've yet to work out why i've been resistant to switch to digital.
and secondly, i am struck by how autobiographical these feel to me... when i review these images i am aware of how i felt when i took them, their mood (i find a stillness in several that i think speaks to the contemplation i was looking for in the moments they represent) and the shapes they make. and also that i am increasingly looking to the form of an object and the negative space around and within it...
i never imagine myself mastering the craft of photography in the way some of my talented friends have, but i am finding it a more rewarding process and a good test of one's mettle to attempt not feeling intimidated and so share one's images with those whose eyes you respect and admire...
so i pushed my boundaries today and dared to offer some of my prints as a gift to one such photographer, uncertain if out of trust for their grace, or out of belief that they would find my story in them...
was great to walk into the cafe after work and greet familiar faces and embrace missed friends...
tomorrow i'll post reflections written while away...
LB, x.
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
feelin' dirty
'bout ye!
posting was too darn problematic on the ol' dial up so i gave up trying to post, meaning there is much catch up to be done.
feels most refreshing to be back in the milder climes of belfast and for first time in ages not to be persistantly pouring with sweat. after bone dry temps reaching as high as 110 degrees in provence, today london gave us both intense humidity and a 10 minute monsoon, (the former was pretty gross and the latter rather thrilling.)
jude has posted her fotos at flickr - see link on her blog - and you'll get a good picture of our trip, excuse the pun. there's also a handy link to the exhibition we went to today at the haywood gallery, which turned out to be rather marvellous. i took a load of photographs while i was away, but as i persist in using that antiquated medium known as film, any images will have to wait until they've been processed.
i'm covered in london grime and need to have a bath. urgently. i shall ponder thoughts, reflections, memories etc while i soak.
but i'll say this, it's a rather marvellous blessing to return from a holiday feeling like you are going on holiday all over again, such is one's excitement at seeing one's compadres again. excitement and the knowledge that jude visits here in a mere 2 weeks made our goodbye easier than it might have been. i arrived back to the embraces from 7 of my nearest and dearest in tues group.
right, finish unpacking. then bath, then bed.
x.
posting was too darn problematic on the ol' dial up so i gave up trying to post, meaning there is much catch up to be done.
feels most refreshing to be back in the milder climes of belfast and for first time in ages not to be persistantly pouring with sweat. after bone dry temps reaching as high as 110 degrees in provence, today london gave us both intense humidity and a 10 minute monsoon, (the former was pretty gross and the latter rather thrilling.)
jude has posted her fotos at flickr - see link on her blog - and you'll get a good picture of our trip, excuse the pun. there's also a handy link to the exhibition we went to today at the haywood gallery, which turned out to be rather marvellous. i took a load of photographs while i was away, but as i persist in using that antiquated medium known as film, any images will have to wait until they've been processed.
i'm covered in london grime and need to have a bath. urgently. i shall ponder thoughts, reflections, memories etc while i soak.
but i'll say this, it's a rather marvellous blessing to return from a holiday feeling like you are going on holiday all over again, such is one's excitement at seeing one's compadres again. excitement and the knowledge that jude visits here in a mere 2 weeks made our goodbye easier than it might have been. i arrived back to the embraces from 7 of my nearest and dearest in tues group.
right, finish unpacking. then bath, then bed.
x.
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