Lakeside

July 20, 2011 § Leave a comment

Half submerged in dark green water, the bloated whiteness of a fish belly-up lies prone against a swath of brown canvas. Nearby, a lakeside restaurant filled with people chat and eat, overlooking the calm waters, overlooking the decay that delivers their meals.

I read that Agent Orange still seeps into the wet earth of Vietnam.

Some memories fade fast and become distant stories long before their time.

Vietnam | November 2010

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Within tolerance

March 3, 2011 § Leave a comment

Late night bars | Siem Reap | Cambodia

These are all the words you like to speak out loud
It´s not the meaning, it´s a question of sound
You write them down in a little book
You tear out the pages when the whole night is through

Withdrawn, tangle, cupboard, strangle
I like your name, it sounds like berries

These are all the little pills that make you sleep
but sometimes sleep can be close to death
You wake up again in a white room
and something tells you everything is good

Withdrawn, tangle, cupboard, strangle
I like your name, it sounds like berries

~ Slowblow

The Rapture

July 26, 2010 § Leave a comment

July, 2010
I learnt that I wanted to speak with photographs in 2002. Really speak. In an articulate and sophisticated way about how I felt and the rapture and humanity going on around me… the everything and the nothing. I realised that it wasn’t enough for the photograph to be vernacular.

It was summer, I was in Paris and my father had given me a Canon Powershot G3 to photograph my debut independent voyage on foreign soil. I wandered down the Seine, through the Tuileries and criss-crossed the Pont des Arts during those long and meandering hours on the hazy cusp of sundown. It was my first day away from home, without the guidance of my parents. I photographed incessantly, the scenes around me, the people (timidly and from afar), the landscapes (much bolder and sadly predictable) and occasionally myself (black and white and in the nude – as you do when you begin thinking of yourself as an artist). I stumbled through my images and clumsily composed frames that I was mildly interested in, but mostly around my misconceptions of what makes a good photograph.

8 years later and I find myself again in Paris. It is the same time of year, the same time of day and I wander a similar path to that of 2002. This time I have learnt better how to articulate. I am closer to knowing what I want to say and I know how to begin saying it. I confront, with each frame, the myriad of decisions I didn’t even know mattered when I was 22, that lead up to the final pressing and releasing of the shutter. I know how to woo the people whose faces I am captivated by and the way to frame a landscape that I want to remark on. I have begun to understand my tools. Paris saw the beginning of this process, the shy introduction to my coming-of-age as a photographer.

Now perhaps, I am more the tenacious teenager – bolder, unwisely cockier and still so damned eager to take on everything the world can throw at me, broken bones, grazed knees and all.

Summer speaking

June 3, 2010 § Leave a comment

Hot, hot days, wholefoods picnic, central park, tan lines, air-conditioning, french open, iced tea in June.

Hello? Summer speaking.

2010

January 4, 2010 § Leave a comment

2010

The year begins with fresh starts. Renewed laughter, romance and the rapture of seeing. The kind of renewal that raises you on your toes with the breeze. Birds in flight. Some things never change.

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