Another one where the light is just beautiful after a very light drizzle. Yesterday’s image and today’s could be from a series “Beauty in the noxious”. Thristle and Dandelion are not considered gardener’s favourites.
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I took this image just to capture the light in the spikes. There is absolute no other reason.
I wish I were out sailing.
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This post I had started yesterday, before I did my GST returns. But obviously my bad conscience took over just in time, as I didn’t publish it and really did the work I had to do…. And as usual – it felt soooooo much better once it was done!
I have a couple of obsessions. Maybe obsessions is too strong a word – Recurring topics might be better – Barbed wire is one of them. (I am sure, a psychologist would have something to say about that. I haven’t asked one yet.)
Last year I had a few images on display in a cafe up the road. It doesn’t count as an exhibition in my books (and how it came about is a funny story in itself). It was put together rather quickly and the photographs were chosen by their mass appeal rather than artistic merit.
The feather was one of them. I personally like this photograph, as for me it has a specific meaning. I am pretty sure, if you search through a stock library you will find heaps of images of feathers on barbed wire, some better resolved than mine.
However, I have been asked countless times, whether the feather was already there or whether I had placed it there.
Does it really matter?
I was hoping, once the launch is over, I can slow down a bit. But I can’t. I have no idea what drives me at the moment and where the energy is coming from. I have two new photographic projects, I would like to embark on, though the puppets are still requiring all of my attention. I am currently putting a proposal together for an exhibition in a gallery and I am also about to send a couple of books to the mothership (that is the newspaper the puppets are made of). I will labour over that particular letter for a while, as I will have to write it in German. Even though German is my mother tongue, it won’t come easy as I haven’t written a letter in my native language for yonkers. I don’t even know the proper format anymore.
I still have to update our website, but I think I will capitulate here. Down the corridor is a company that does web sites and they will be able to solve the technical problems much quicker and more elegantly than I ever could. This will free me up to do things I really like to do. Time is an extremely precious commodity… But what am I telling you (:
I’ve noticed, that my posts don’t get many likes at the moment… Sorry if I bore you, what I am writing here is more like a diary, basically for me to remember in a year’s time what it was like. I am also writing for my students as they will have to put themselves on the line once they will have completed their studies. I hope sharing what I go through will help. As one artist friend of mine told me: “When you go out there and exhibit, you are nailing your heart to the wall.” I don’t know if these were his own words, but they stuck!
I am getting increasingly nervous about Thursday and the book launch. The printed books should have arrived today, I’ve just heard, the bookbinder hasn’t finished them yet. They are now promised for Wednesday. This is a bit of stress I don’t really need. I am trying to work through all the other items on the list in the meantime. And put some calming images up on the blog for now…
I just noticed, its Friday the 13th today. It is now half past eight and I am still at work, waiting for a response from a client to finish an urgent job. Outside it is dark… moving towards winter here.
A couple of weeks back I witnessed this amazing evening sky. Unfortunately, by the time I had grabbed my camera, ran across the road into the park, it was only a shadow of its former glory.
Behind the trees is the sea and eternity.
Still waiting.
This is an image from my Memory Pictures Series: When I bought my macro lens, I started to photograph some rather tatty looking mementos I kept for donkey’s years in a box in the spare room. The idea was to finally part with the real objects. I guess this work has helped to move on a few skeletons, though the items are still in the box.
This particular one was an oil lamp, hand-crafted by a very very dear, but of course, long lost friend. I don’t have the urge to rub the lamp, I know the Genie has gone forever. In all the images one can see the settled dust.
Any words and I would be waffling…
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