Archive for June 2010

June 25, 2010


As I write I create myself again and again

Joy Harjo.

 And by the way, there is need for beauty if you can´t find it. The truth is what matters.

An ugly sight, a man who is afraid.
Jean Anouilh

Everything that’s realistic has some sort of ugliness in it. Even a flower is ugly when it wilts, a bird when it seeks its prey, the ocean when it becomes violent.
Sharon Tate

 Now for something beautiful. Lori Vrba´s images have all the honesty of Sally Mann´s finest work and I find it gentler and maybe peacefully idyllic, just how childhood should really be. If “To Kill a Mockingbird” was made into a picture book I would most certainly choose Lori Vrba to create the images. By the way I´m not criticising Sally Mann in any way, I´m a die-hard fan of all her work and I´m all for rebels in life. If I had the money I wouldn´t think twice of hanging  Sally Mann, Keith Carter, Michael Kenna and Lori Vrba prints in my house. 


Graciela Iturbide

June 23, 2010


 After coming out of my daily rehab on my left foot at the  local hospital I hoped on crutches down to one of the few museums in my area, and attend a huge retrospective on Graciela Irtubide. My mind was totally blown away, the power of her imagery, the understanding and feeling of  total trust one could sence her subjects had placed in her. Truly amazing and I plan to hop down on crutches everyday up until my next 15 sessions of rehab are finished..

June 21, 2010


 I´m not capable of heading out in to my local woods with my 8×10, tripod film, etc. I just can´t physically manage it on crutches. I tried the other day and  fell over in a rocky field, I´m supposed to be recovering from two foot operations not causing more injuries!  On top of this I´ve got my two kids on summer holidays with me 24 hours a day. So when we head out together into the countryside,  I´m continually turning round watching out for anything dangerous which may attract their curiosity, so that´s curtains for the 8×10 this summer. It would be very selfish on my behalf standing under the dark cloth for two or three minutes not keeping an eye on those little monkeys and not enjoying their company. So after the two medium format cameras fell in combat and this setback I´m beginning to wonder if this is some kind of message, trying to convince me to keep on working in digital.

 I realize the most essential part in photography is the message we each try to express to others and not the medium we use to deliver it with. But it´s well over ten years shooting digital and probably twelve years working with Photoshop and I´ve always felt a slight disconnection from everything digital within photography. Oh my god this subject is so jaded! High time to quit the chatter and JUST DO IT.

At last.

June 16, 2010


“Tech details”: 

 A bit of Mediterranean coastal forest area mixed with a recent midnight storm. One Multigrade paper negative and a borrowed 0# contrast filter, 8×10 camera and a pair of crutches. 

 Printed on Multigrade Warmtone Fibre paper, a very crude darkroom with Jimi Hendrix on my headphones. Thoroughly washed print, forgot about it for well over an hour and half. Dried on a towel on a nice quiet terrace in the shade whilst I read Stephen King´s “Duma key”. 

 Toned in tea (purchasedfrom the local supermarket) whilst I took the kids walking to school on crutches. (Well over half an hour). Selenium toned; once again whilst I hobbled to school with kids this time on one crutch. (Maybe forty minutes).

June 7, 2010


June 4, 2010


 In my little private world my muse is a rebel who lives on the edge of my vision. She is a fairy who´s been punished for reckless flying and she´s not keen on making my life too easy. I´m suspicious she doesn´t  like digital photography very much.

 She stands there, eternally in beach flip-flops, cow bell jeans, striped shirt, thick defiant blonde hair and her little pierced nose, grinning mischievously at me. Cupid with a mohawk  is spying on us, giggles and then realises I´m hopelessly lost and his arrow is unnecessary.

 She tends to surf over solar winds and when she finally decides I´m ready for her dash of magic, she dives down across the winds of Scirroco and clouds of candy floss  above my world. She often flies by dragonfly when the weather is calm and on other occasions she appears in my frenzied darkness guided by a squadron of loyal fireflies.

 Her heart is wildfire,her shadow is a Bengali tiger and her laugh is a dream come true.  I carry her off on midnight walks, barefoot under full moon flooded beaches and she listens intently to my dreams. She is determined on mutiny and full-out rebellion in my otherwise calm life, reminding me, what it is to be a kid.


June 2, 2010


 I´ve suddenly noticed this morning I´ve stopped enjoying photography completely. I´m not quite sure why and I don´t care very much either. I don´t care one bit because I´m going to enjoy myself tomorrow with my camera, no excuses!

 Just play. Have fun. Enjoy the game.
Michael Jordan

People rarely succeed unless they have fun in what they are doing.
Dale Carnegie

Rock is so much fun. That’s what it’s all about – filling up the chest cavities and empty kneecaps and elbows.
Jimi Hendrix

I never did a day’s work in my life. It was all fun.
Thomas A. Edison

It’s the game of life. Do I win or do I lose? One day they’re gonna shut the game down. I gotta have as much fun and go around the board as many times as I can before it’s my turn to leave.
Tupac Shakur

I never lose sight of the fact that just being is fun.
Katharine Hepburn

The only way a kid is going to practice is if it’s total fun for him… and it was for me.
Wayne Gretzky

I’ve realized that being happy is a choice. You never want to rub anybody the wrong way or not be fun to be around, but you have to be happy. When I get logical and I don’t trust my instincts – Thats when I get in trouble.
Angelina Jolie