We’ve just moved into a new house which has room for me and all my creativeness and the ‘stuff’ that goes along with that. Namely desks, drawers, boxes, shelves, books, computers, cables, printers and scanners…..

Which means I’ve left my other studio and subsequently, had to leave some of the furniture behind. I needed a new desk and a new chair. So, never one to shy away from giving myself too much to do and too many challenges, I decided to make my own!

For a long time I’ve loved the idea of having a trestle style table as a desk, and since I love vintage and recycled things, what better opportunity than to make my own desk out of an old door. I found a good old solid door at a recycled building supply store in Canberra and gave it a bit of a facelift. It didn’t need much, just a bit of a sanding back, a couple of coats of white and clear finish. I don’t have a ‘before’ pic of the desk, but here it is in it’s new possie, covered in stuff already. The studio is still in a bit of a transition stage – I’ve yet to put my shelves and inspiration boards up, and there are still boxes and bits lying around, but you get the idea:

 

I love it! it’s so long and I can fit so much on it.

That chair you see there? That was a DIY project too!

We had a couple of old veneer chairs laying around that had been damaged by the weather. So I took to one with my new power sander and a couple of tins of paint. I had the idea of colour blocking a chair for a while now. Here’s the result:

After

 

Wow! what can I say? I am honoured to have been selected to exhibit in the New York Photo Festival 2012 Invitational.

This will be my first time being exhibited overseas and I am stoked that it is going to be in NEW YORK!!

Brooklyn to be precise…. the New York Photo Festival is being held in the DUMBO (Down Under Manhattan Bridge Overpass) area of Brooklyn, and the Invitational will be on show at The Powerhouse Arena from this week. The Festival opens on the 16th May.

My work, Cumulus #1 (below), will be on show:

I will be in the company of some very talented artists and am a little daunted by the quality of the work, and talent, that I will be exhibited next to. It is a huge honour!

Now…. for some last minute tix to NY…. ;-)

I recently found out I am a finalist in the Brunswick Street Gallery Picture This competition for 2012. Woot!

I entered this photo, which also went in the PhotoAccess member’s show for this year.

Brunswick Street Gallery run this exhibition/comp every year, and I feel very honoured to be in there this year with some very talented photographers. I will be heading down to Melbourne for the opening, which should be lots of fun. Here are the deets if you’re interested in popping along, or if you happen to be in Melbourne:

Brunswick Street Gallery

322 Brunswick St, Fitzroy 3065

Exhibition dates Runs 11-24 May 2012.

Opening and Prizes Fri 11 May 2012 at 6pm.

The Access all areas member’s show at Photoaccess opens this Thursday.

This year I have two new works in the show:

Bundah

Sound

 

Come along if you’re around, will be good to see you all there!

6pm – Photoaccess, Manuka Arts Centre

 

Constance:

Constance was uncomfortable in front of the camera, but her husband didn’t seem to notice, or care. He was constantly calling on her to stand and pose for his many ‘tests’. He would practice often. He was an avid photography buff, a science buff in general, actually. The technicalities, precision and experimentation that was involved in photography appealed to his inquisitive mind. Constance, on the other hand, had no interest in the ‘sciences’. Her solace was found in books. What she wanted most of all was to disappear to a far away land. An easy land. Like the place her parents came from. Where she could tend a small vegetable garden, with one or two goats from which she could get enough milk and make enough cheese to feed herself. She didn’t want the complications that came with marriage, she didn’t want the sorrow that came with being married to her husband. Every day, she would prepare his breakfast (two eggs, a slice of ham and a piece of cold toast (no butter)), and every day, he would take it without thanks, and retreat into his den from where he would not emerge until dusk. During these hours, Constance would keep company with the radio in the kitchen, wishing, almost willing herself to go into that room and shake her husband from his internal, closed world; tear him away from the collection of moths he laid out with pins behind glass frames; and remove him from the strange, disordered, misunderstood manuscript that he scribbled away at every day; and beg him to look at her, speak to her, lover her. These moments in the garden, with the camera, were the only times he looked at her…. but his gaze was obscured by the aparatus, and he looked at her as a scientist would look at a specimen, one of his moths to pin and place behind glass.

This is the story of ‘Constance’ that came to me as I looked at her. Her story could be completely different…..

 

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Wow…. it’s been a while since I last posted. Since then, a lot of things have happened….

I got married

I went to New Zealand for the first time

My car got stolen…. then I replaced it with an even more awesome car!*

I shot a lot more black and white film

I changed roles at work

Kodak filed for bankruptcy…..

the list goes on. But during all this, I haven’t stopped looking and thinking and feeding my brain with photography. I’m hoping to do a lot more thinking, feeding, and possibly writing about pictures, after all, it is what I do all day at work and in my own time. Pictures, pictures, pictures!!

I come across the work of really talented photographers all the time, but it is only a small percentage whose work really tugs at your creative core and gives you a pang in the gut like you’ve just been hit by a bolt of inspiration…. or sometimes it’s jealousy. Why can’t I make work that is as seemingly free and visceral as this?

Patrick Madigan uses the landscape to tell stories. Stories that resonate with a childhood imagination. Stories that are dark, foreboding and a little bit sad. His images in the Following Footprints series are deeply textural and the tones hint at photos from times past. I’m not sure if this is his intent, but there is always a sense of mystique to historical photos, and this patina suits the anonymous, story laden landscapes Madigan shoots.

 

All photos copyright Patrick Madigan.
*what awesome car you say? A 1969 MG B GT…..

It’s not often that you come across a series, or style of photographs that makes your heart skip a beat. I don’t know why these images resonate with me so, it may be my current interest in shooting black and white again; it may be my interest in time, and traces, and memory; it may just be that they are astounding in how they’ve been executed and conceived.

Each of these photographs is taken as a single, three year exposure. Using home made pinhole cameras, set up on several corners around the construction site, Wesley was invited to document the construction of the Museum of Modern Art in New York as it renovated and expanded it’s building.

What results is a series of images, titled Open Shutter, that are so detailed, and layered with ghostly traces of the changing environment. You can see the solid masses of the old, unchanging buildings as a sub-layer. You can see the ethereal traces of the sun as it shifts and streaks across the sky. You can see the changing structures coming down and going up in layers. And you can see the evidence of life in the little nicks, specks and blurs that populate the outskirts and substrata of the image.

These photographs are so rich and painterly, like they’ve been drawn with ink, over and over.

9-8-2001 - 7-6-2004 Museum of Modern Art New York

7-8-2001 - 7-6-2004 Museum of Modern Art, New York


[photos via: Photo Slave]

Michael Wesley: www.wesely.org

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my creative outlets lately have revolved around crafting and in particular knitting. In this cold weather, it is all I feel like doing these days…. and sometimes it is nice to have a break from photography, regroup my thoughts and thinking on my photographic practice, and take more time to look at and read about other photography and photographers, which you don’t always make time for when you’re making pictures yourself.

Here is a big, chunky, soft and cozy herringbone cowl scarf I am working on that I can’t wait to finish so that I can wear it to keep me warm for the rest of winter….

:-)

I’ve been adopting strangers I find in antique and op-shops….

My first adoptee is this adorable swimming suit lady.

Look at those bathers! and those little shoes. I wonder what beach she is at. What is her name…

In the same batch of old nitrate negatives I found these ladies:

Are they related to the swimming lady? Where are they? I wonder if they enjoyed their ‘frolick’ in the snow?

I am fascinated by who these people might have been, what the stories are behind the pics… perhaps I will make up my own stories to go with them.

More strangers to follow :-)

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