Pretty pretty

Busy. I have been doing some scanning, sifting, editing, saving, and saving, and resaving. I am in the process of getting a website together and working on a new idea for a project. So hopefully the last few weeks have been about consolidation before the surge of new material comes through.

More from Eden

By which I mean Southwark Park.

Eden in the back garden

I took this image of a frozen pond in the park behind my house. When I scanned the film, this came out upside down. While I like the image the right way up too - I think the play of textures of grass, ice, and pebbles is interesting - when it is upside down something else entirely happens to it. It takes on this very odd, top-heavy, oppressive, underwater feeling. Like it's something that you recognise until you notice that the grasses look like they're growing downwards from the water's surface. A mermaid's-eye-view.

Eden

Some new photographs, from the Eden project in Cornwall.

I made a print of this one in the colour darkroom yesterday and it looked much better than this scan. Not sure why the massive blue cast but don't seem to be able to fix it.

 

I'd like to point out that the ones of the palm and the emergency exit look really soft because I was in the tropical house and it was really steamy. Not that I can't focus you understand.

oh look!

Here I am over at my lovely friend and flatmate Lisa's blog, Hawk and Fallow. 


Lisa is an actor, singer, and craftsperson extraordinaire. She will be making an appearance at a craft fair near you shortly (check back for updates) as well as in the RSC's London season at Hampstead Theatre in Dunsinane, a new play loosely based on Macbeth.

A sudden rush of blood to the memory

A much beloved jumper. It was one of the first things I bought with my shiny allowance, on a trip to my aunt and uncle in Oxford after my first proper set of exams. It was from the children's department of an expensive shop and it was pure silk wool. It had a sheen. No child should have worn it. The sleeves came up well beyond my knobbly wrists and sat snug over my new breasts but it worked somehow. It was a bright and pure aqua colour. Aqua is wrong. It was blue and sometimes greenish and sometimes almost yellow in how blue it was. At twilight it glowed. There were teardrop shaped pearl beads all around the waist and around the cuffs. It was a jumper like a peacock and like a peacock I preened in it. I wore it and wore it and wore it and my mother taught me how to handwash so it wouldn't be ruined. I don't remember what happened to it in the end.

New Year intention and tension

"Beauty is, in my view, a synonym for the coherence and structure underlying life...the overriding demonstration of pattern...the photographer hopes...to discover a tension so exact that it is peace."


Robert Adams