Here’s what I wrote to people to encourage them to come: Continue reading Calvino: An Experiment
The blurb said: Continue reading Black & Blue
Whenever I don’t know what to take a picture of, I tend to take a picture of rocks. Point the camera at something without trace of human interference. Texture, process stilled in time. Then I look at the picture and think, I like it, but this is a bit old hat, isn’t it? But I keep on doing it. So I made all these pictures into a slide show.
It’s Mount Olympus, 1994; Point G, Bamako, Mali, 2004; river Niger, near Bamako, 2004; Constantine Bay, Cornwall, 2004; Hackney, 2005. Shown in Unhuman.
Taken a bit after this one, but a bit more my own. I love rock formations. All those metaphorically pregnant geological processes, and, ironically, the echoes of Futurism and Constructivism. Also, I think there’s something of the Philharmonic Hall going on in there. That building must have been etched into the visual and emotional systems of my brain quite early on – I would have been four when my oldest brother started going to the school prizegivings there.
As you can see, I was under the spell of Ansel Adams and the 35mm lens, equally. Maybe I liked this one because it looked like the kind of image they printed in how-to-do-photography books to train you to salivate at the sight of the enticing mysteries of mid-tones and the satisfying correctness of a full tonal range in black-and-white prints. As I write, I’m thinking about the typography of Ilford paper boxes, the sophisticated green of the Multigrade FB label, that took on some of that fetishistic desirability. I doubt I’ll ever aspire to know that much technical stuff about anything again. It’s a long time since I found the Apple logo remotely alluring.