Friday, 17 June 2016

Weight, the sea


























from Revela-T in Barcelona. The first small glimpse of the 'Weight, the sea' series.

Thursday, 16 June 2016

Irren ist menschlich





















Very happy to have my project, 'The Measure of Things', as part of this.
And also to show alongside some photographers I admire.
Berlin next week and Arles in July.

Thursday, 9 June 2016

every inside inside






































My heart – he thought again and again.
We relate to it as twigs to the rain:
The two clocks show different times.

Satantango

Saturday, 4 June 2016

Monday, 23 May 2016

black sea (notebooks)







































Notes from 'Black Sea from Bucegi'. Each approx 8.5 x 10.5 inches. Mixed materials.

Saturday, 21 May 2016

Aether/Ore






























'Aether/Ore' (photograph of oil, hair, glass, water) from 'Weight, the Sea'

Inside, this place where lungs and bones should be, it feels like there is a heavy, industrial fan, rusty, dented fins and frayed electrics; like a damaged clock, revolving erratically .... blowing stale air into itself. Like something I swallowed when she left and it’s now part of me, corroding metal where pink flesh should be. I carry this weight inside me, in my eyes, on my tongue. It is all of me. The weight of waiting. The heavy weight of nothingness. Both air and solid. Let’s call it ‘Aether/Ore’.

Thursday, 19 May 2016

Barcelona




























Revela-T is the world's greatest festival and champion of analogue photography and it opens tomorrow. I wish I could be there. For those lucky enough to attend, it will be a wonderful week. To see everything that will be happening, here are all the details on photographers and events.

Thursday, 12 May 2016

Family Likeness
























“Family likeness has often a deep sadness in it. Nature, that great tragic dramatist, knits us together by bone and muscle, and divides us by the subtler web of our brains; blends yearning and repulsion; and ties us by our heart-strings to the beings that jar us at every movement.”... George Eliot, Adam Bede.