In my personal opinion, some photography is at it’s most compelling when there is a fine line between quality and mediocrity. Most of the time it’s because something is so subtle you don’t even notice it at first. In a world that is saturated by images, artists can play with this situation to produce an illusively simple and uncategorical body of work, tied together merely by wisps of implied emotions. It very often results in an engaging photograph, allowing the viewer to revisit it many times over.
The pictures above are from Adam Jeppesen’s book “Wake”. Although small in size, the collection is hauntingly beautiful, where one could only begin to describe as a mixture of nostalgia and loneliness. These photos all operate in a twilight space and time, where it’s neither (doesn’t matter) really day or night, making them share a common atmosphere. It is a ‘comment’ on society; and rather than try to manipulate it, it stands back and observes.
Went to The Photographers Gallery yesterday and picked up a bargain book on Ansel Adams. This mammoth measures up to 14”X17” and sold for 25 pounds. What a Steal! It features huge prints by the master landscape photographer and writings about the ideas behind the pictures. Although I was surprised not to find moon and half dome in it. But. Anybody who is interested in photography needs to go to this place. They sell vintage Polaroid cameras too.
Today I got back from Hampshire. The countryside definitely did me well, even if it was just a couple of days. There is a kind of silence there that is rarely ever available when I’m in London. It may sound cliché, but the moment I stepped off the train into the town of Whitchurch, I left all the stresses of the city behind. I ate a lot better and slept a lot better than I had for months. I felt more alert, thoughtful and calm at the same time. The walks there in Watership Down are amazing, and having grown up in the city, I rarely get a chance to do these things. I experienced some intense stuff walking through the fields, and I remember thinking how nature is simultaneously beautiful on one level, and crushing on the next. We are specks in its mercy, only able to comprehend a modest portion of its wealth in that moment.
Watching Visual Acoustics. I think I am getting into architecture too much for my own good. I can just see this new obsession leering at me from the horizon. Its literally happened to me so many times I can see it from a mile away. Sleepless nights reading, frustrated at myself, marveling those artists & work I look up to, crying myself to sleep… God, NOT AGAIN.
Beauty (should you choose to use the word that way) is deep, not superficial; hidden, sometimes, rather than obvious; consoling, not troubling; indestructible, as in art, rather then ephemeral, as in nature. Beauty, the stipulatively uplifting kind, perdures.
From a letter written by a German soldier standing guard in the Russian winter in late December 1942: ‘the most beautiful Christmas I had ever seen, made entirely of disinterested emotions and stripped of all tawdry trimmings, I was alone beneath an enormous starred sky, and I can remember a tear running down my frozen cheek, a tear neither of pain nor of joy but of emotion created by intense experience…’
The capacity to be overwhelmed by the beautiful is astonishingly sturdy and survives amidst the harshest distractions. Even war, even the prospect of certain death, cannot expunge it.
Ok so this is a quick dish you can whip up for those days you wake up in the afternoon and its lunchtime but you kinda want breakfast. The meal includes Rocket leaves, smoked Salmon with cream cheese filling, Beef kebabs on toast with a slice of mozzarella. The kebabs are premade but they are fresh and tasty. The salmon just needs to wrap around a ball of cream cheese, and the salad dressing is just olive oil and balsamic vinegar. Enjoy, and remember, Chaos Reigns.