Monday, April 05, 2010
The first is a quite badly taken photo of Paddy, both mid-blink and mid-word. I like it for the fact that he looks like he's making a comically shady phone call.
The second is of Ger and Will in the hall just before we left. Ger is enthusing about biscuits. He went and bought some for us for the bus down and they were only delicious, fulfilling his promise of quality though not quite besting my favourite - Fox's Classic Crunch.
The third is of Aaron aka Yawning Chasm, reclining not-completely-uncomfortably as I take his photo.
Fouth and fifth should technically be side by side as a sort of diptych, maybe I'll upload that later... Patrick and his mug and Patrick's mug.
These are from that trip to Cork a few weeks back, playing music with the 202s and Patrick Kelleher and His Cold Dead Hands. Featuring a shiny new properly-scanned contact sheet, which contains images from a different roll of film because my skills of organisation and logic are broken.
I'm pretty pissed off that half the roll was ruined; that half contained photos I took of the band while onstage playing with them..
But what was salvaged is still good, and all the more precious for having been spared.
Sometimes I wonder about how I come across when other people look at my photographs. Whether people see something in them that relates to me as a person and how they react to that. Probably someone looking at these assumes I'm comfortable with showing them off, that I'm aware of all the symbols in them because how could I put them here for anyone to see otherwise?
I'm not aware of everything in the photographs I take; I'm sure there are patterns in them that I don't see, and only an objective observer would see (if they were bothered to look that closely). This small series-thing is mostly about verticality, but in terms of content I think the word I had in my head while taking them was "Ways". Which could refer to an infinite number of things, but if I really limited my thinking on it the next sentence would have something to do with escaping, ways out. Definitely, I like drawing comparisons between seemingly unrelated things ie canals and alleys and windows.
I like the orientation also, I like tall photographs; I think partly because it's an unnatural viewpoint in relation to how the human eye perceives things, which sort of refers to photography's inherent falseness, even as it tries to be accurate and faithful. A photograph will always fail to be a true representation of the thing seen because the thing seen can never be summed up by just one person's view of it, or maybe because what one person leaves out of a composition another would leave in. Take into account the time of day something is happened upon; the photographer's mood, the weather, any number of permutations. In the end it comes down to the photographer's reaction to the thing seen at the time it's seen. I think. Maybe.
"We do not see things as they are, we see things as we are."