Congratulations to Fiona Gifford and the Renaissance team and committee on the most successful fundraising event so far raising a record amount for the Lavender Trust at Breast Cancer Care.
A big thank you goes to the judges - Brian Aris, Philippe Garner, Michael Hoppen, Brigitte Lardinois and Rhubarb-Rhubarb's Lorna-Mary Webb for shortlisting my picture 'transcendent immanent with heart unfurled' for the event
http://renaissancephotography.org/launch/winners.php
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Saturday, 26 March 2011
Friday, 18 February 2011
echoes in time and vision - somewhere between your head and the sky
"the exhilaration of an adventure over depths in which he might find reflected the true image of his identity" - Harold Rosenberg.
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where do i begin, 2011 |
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fantasy parade, 2010 |
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ascent of distant glimmer, 2010 |
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every time you touch you leave a mark, 2010 |
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at the edge of the edge of the world, 2011 |
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something visible is gone, 2012 |
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transcendent immanent with heart unfurled, 2010 |
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trapezium dream dimensions, 2010 |
Somewhere between your head and the sky, in the realm of unknowable territories, one thing is for sure, the future is uncertain. An ever evolving transitory experience of faith, desire and knowledge. What you see depends on where you stand and where you stand depends on what you have seen.
Wednesday, 9 February 2011
Renaissance Photography Prize 2011
I'm really exited to be one of the 21 shortlisted Photographers out of 4500 entries for this years Renaissance Photography Prize. Winners are announced on March 23rd...
http://renaissancephotography.org/launch/winners.php
http://renaissancephotography.org/launch/winners.php
Monday, 24 January 2011
appropriately fleeting… tales from a modern inferno.
Talking about Rodin's "Gates of Hell" sculpture, Albert Elson said in his book on the artist that "mankind was adrift in an empire of night, separated from, rather than being victim of, it's deity, born with a fatal duality of desire and an incompatibility to fulfil it, damned on both sides of the tomb to an internal hell of passions."
These dystopian images are a form of found Décollage that uses the symbolic forms of fly posters to reflect this duality of desire and unfulfillment in modern society. Photographing these provocative symbols is an act of cultural re writing where the structures of mass media culture have been re shuffled and re inhabited by a type of cultural iconoclasm that questions the authenticity of the objects of our desires and asks, are we damned to our own hell of passions?
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Ash on an old man's sleeve
Is all the ash the burnt roses leave.
Dust in the air suspended
Marks the place where a story ended.
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Dust inbreathed was a house -
The walls, the wainscot and the mouse,
The death of hope and despair,
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There are flood and drouth
Over the eyes and in the mouth,
Dead water and dead sand
Contending for the upper hand.
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The parched eviscerate soil
Gapes at the vanity of toil,
Laughs without mirth.
This is the death of earth.
Words from Little Gidding (No. 4 of 'four quartets') by T.S. Elloitt
one week in my life...
This project comes from my personal experience of moving away from home and the feelings of isolation that this can bring. I was interested in the idea that the places in which we live can seem different depending on our perceptions and I used Photography to indicate the sense I had of being forced, involuntarily, through a series of emotional and physical changes. They indicate my reaction to the space where I found myself and the memories and associations that it both triggered and accentuated.
Winner of the 2002 D&AD Student Awards for The Most Outstanding Photography.
“The electric lights in the street cast a pale sheen here and there on the ceiling and the upper surfaces of the furniture, but down below, where he lay, it was dark…
In such moments he focused his eyes as sharply as possible on the window, but unfortunately, the prospect of the morning fog, which even muffled the other side of the narrow street, brought him little encouragement and comfort.”
Metamorphosis, Kafka – 1915.
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Tuesday, 18 January 2011
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