Wilma

It's been nearly two months since I came back from the residency in Iceland, and not only have I only just started editing the photos I took there, I haven't in fact really been in much of a photographic mood at all - very unlike me. I reckon it's like diving, surface too fast and you'll get the bends.

Now I've made at least a tentative start, I thought I'd start sharing some of them here as I go and am starting with a portrait of artist Wilma Vissers in her Iceland studio.

Wilma was one of the women I shared a house with. The house had flaky mint-coloured woodwork, a collection of pebbles on a shelf, and groaned in the wind, and Nathalie and Wilma and I made a very happy home there for a short while. Wilma's practice encompasses painting, drawing, sculpture and (as with all of us on the residency) book-making and I highly recommend you connect with her next time you're in Groningen.

wilmavissers.com

Pa(i)rings

Nearly three weeks after my return from Iceland, the experience is still sinking in. Percolating, so to speak. Like a good cup of coffee I hope that, when po(u)red, it'll be well balanced, rich, energising. Sorry, can't resist a cheesy metaphor. 

Many of the things I made and thoughts I had were about pairings - here+there, left+right, now+then, words+pictures. My final book project contained a series of 'stereoscopes', paired photographs that claim to be more accurate than the sum of their parts. Interested in expanding and exploring the sandwiching of time and place implied by the multiple exposure photos I've been making on my phone, I ran a roll of film through a camera donated by a friend, both at home in London and at home in Seyðisfjörður. The resulting layers are further complicated by the film lab's...idiosyncractic...scanning system. 

While I think on my time in the Austurlands a bit more, here are some pairings from that roll of film.

(I mean, whose scanning system sees the above as separate images??)

Journeys

I'm thinking a lot about journeys and movement from, to and through at the moment. This is in part because I'm off to Iceland in September to take part in a group residency and I am reading lots about it, considering my role as an outsider coming in, why we travel, the idea of a place versus the reality, and all sorts of related things. It's also always a part of my week in this city where any journey takes an hour, where my studio is six miles from my home, where my friends are far flung (although drawing closer), where I have three roles and no permanent spot for any of them. 

Last week I made some of these lovely glitchey panoramas that are helping me look at time. It's a technique I've tried before, whether shared here or elsewhere. They are a quick offshoot of something still else that's bubbling in the back of my hard drive. Who knows whether it'll ever come to fruition? It's not about the destination after all...

Oh, and it's also about manipulating the side of a bus into something I think terribly pretty.

fauxlaroids

I love apps. I mean, I really really love them. I use them daily in my own work and I encourage photography workshop participants to explore them. Yes, I do know (in principle) how to work SLRs both D and otherwise (I used to shoot using the sunny-16 rule on a Russian rangefinder with a wonky winding mechanism and long-dead light meter batteries) and I even put in my time in a colour darkroom while at college (*shudder* *so much darkness, it was a long winter*). My Lightroom workflow suits me just fine and if you really demanded it I could take out all your wrinkles in Photoshop (but I won't, on principle). 

Apps are just another tool and I can't bear to read another article about the death of photography due to the iPhone. I love that they are limiting and limited and remove a few of the myriad of choices we are faced with as people and as creatives. Here's a current favourite - NOMO. It's free, and pops out a digital Instax, just like the ones that papered my teenage bedroom. It even 'develops' faster if you shake your phone (though we all know the real test would be if you stuck it under your armpit). Try it! It's fun! It's silly! It doesn't mean anything really!

Motion Studies: National Dance Company Wales at The Place

A few weeks ago National Dance Company Wales held an open rehearsal session ahead of their performance at The Place. 

It was a unique opportunity for artists and dance fans - either to take a peek behind the scenes and really admire a fraction of the hard work that goes into those physical and beautiful pieces, or to sketch, photograph, write about or just observe freely without worrying about disturbing fellow audience members or breaking any rules. 

As a theatre and arts photographer I'm privileged to see many of these behind the scenes moments while photographing rehearsals or shows; this was different in that I was only photographing for myself and therefore could be a bit more experimental. I played a lot with long exposures, moving myself or keeping the camera static, with what happens when you put the camera out of focus on purpose, and even tried freelensing for the first time (conclusion: the effect is beautiful but when your subjects are also moving it's even more difficult!). 

It was also a wonderful sensation to have creativity happening behind you in the stalls as well as in front of you on the stage. The air in the room was almost crackling with it and we all shared gleeful smiles as we left for the sheer pleasure of making something all together. 

Warm-ups for me

Warm-ups for the dancers

Moving camera on tripod to follow the dancers across the stage (above and below)

Free-motion capture (above and below left) 

I had time to play with the exposures to balance out tracking the dancers' movements with retaining some detail

The studio becomes like a cinema screen, each cell a fragment of time, movement, energy 

Winding back down, unfocusing, loosening muscles

Thank you very much to both companies, the choreographer and most of all to the dancers for the opportunity - head to The Place's website and sign up to the mailing list to find out about more such classes.

And of course I couldn't resist a few classic shots...so much grace, so much sinew

Franzi II

A few more of gorgeous Franzi; visual artist, tattooer and a warm and wonderful human. She tattoos at KInk in Peckham or at Sydenham Ink and you can reach her through either of those places, on Instagram, or on Facebook. 

She also recently appeared in an ad for Rimmel London's new Ink Me range of stamps and temporary tattoos, doesn't she look glam!

For the rest of this extremely occasional series, click here...

Franzi I

Franzi is a visual artist, tattooer and a warm and wonderful human. She tattoos at KInk in Peckham or at Sydenham Ink and you can reach her through either of those places, on Instagram, or on Facebook. 

She also recently appeared in an ad for Rimmel London's new Ink Me range of stamps and temporary tattoos, doesn't she look glam!

For the rest of this extremely occasional series, click here...

The wabi-sabi of the yellow sticker special

Cut flowers are expensive and I only really buy them when they're on sale (anyone else refer to sale items as yellow sticker specials?) This means, of course, that often they're wilting, rotting, or dried out. Shedding petals, these bronze and lilac lovelies were somehow even prettier for it, clinging to the damp cellophane wrapper as I brought them home on New Year's Day.

If photographing flowers is basic, I don't want to be extra.

Oh, and if you've ever wondered what happens behind the scenes at Leedale Towers, it's a lot of this beast getting up in my face / camera / grill...

A couple of ways of looking at a journey

It is Boxing Day. My mum is driving us to her house from family in Oxford. Outside, it is more or less sleeting. Inside, I am more or less asleep with my eyes open. Lights swing by, arcing and parting in sodium-tinted shades of mustard, mint, ultraviolet, scarlet; some woman on the radio selects bossanova tracks, smooth songs crackling as we pass through high hills that disrupt the signal. In an hour or two I will be in that middle bedroom with its magic, mystic properties of bestowing upon all its guests the best rest. For now we carry on along this somatic tube of road, tarmac thrumming to keep us on the edge of wakefulness.

Another way of looking is to listen. Click the image below or here to hear.