I’ve written a great deal about photography as an art form, and about its place when everyone carries a camera. A few years back I presented a conference paper, in which I argued that there’s always a role for the dedicated photographer. My argument was that the best image comes from the engaged observer – … Continue reading Blue ocean, black and white film : When photography becomes incidental.
Like a lot of people just lately, I've had copious amounts of time to focus on my hobbies. I'll elaborate. I'm the guy who pitched a PHD concentrating on photography of the theatre, the seaside, large public gatherings and the interaction of people over the last century. Then the seaside was locked down, public gatherings … Continue reading Photography In The Time Of Coronavirus – Or Why I Haven’t Taken A Decent Picture In Months.
The images, opinions and occasional ravings of an MA Fine Art Student Arts PHD Candidate. Keen readers of this little book of diatribes, may have noticed a change to the tagline (those who haven’t, please see above). The reason for that is fairly self explanatory, all the same it might be time for a bit … Continue reading As One Door Closes – Moving On Up In Postgrad Education.
Everyone has their favourite saying about what it takes to be a successful artist. They talk about work, grit, determination, talent, self-promotion, persistence and a host of other things. What only some of them will admit is that a massive amount of success is down to an intangible factor. Call it fate, ju-ju, something written … Continue reading Places and Times -Why your artwork probably won’t be succesful.
If you’ve read my last entry - and if you haven’t, then please do - you’ll know that I recently decamped from the provinces to dear old Mother London for a week’s worth of culture and immersion in the photographic arts. It’s something I’ve wanted to do ever since I discovered that one of my … Continue reading Meeting Your Heroes – Photo Exhibitions
I’ve written about street photography before - about my photographic first love, the times we’ve had together and the stars and city lights under which I’ve carried it on. The charm of it is simple. While you might go to a football match to take sports pictures, or to a a studio to take portraits, … Continue reading Street Photography Is The Poor Man’s Psychotherapy.
Early on in my MA, one of my tutors touched on the idea of the development of skills. Practice. Repetition to achieve perfection. In the same breath, he said that this wasn’t the same as athletic training, because an athlete’s only skill is to continue repeating the same thing. I call Bullshit. As covered elsewhere, … Continue reading The Artist And The Athlete