Galvia, 1984

The day after Bethlemayhem

I don't know why this is not in the correct order of posts but but but...

Ghosts of Miscellaneous Past II

One triple-exposed roll of film.

The first layer was done around last summer to September-ish, the second and third layers were done on Christmas day, hence the appearance of small children aka my niece and nephew. Multiple exposing rolls of film takes the brains out of photography; you relinquish control over the final product which when taking the photos is totally liberating. Any meaning or significance or lack of in the image is completely down to chance, it's complete freedom.

Time to Leave

I've been home way too long now. I've been productive here with photographs, and even managed to print close to a couple of hundred photos (first prints in a long time). Being able to spend time with people without incessantly watching the watch was great.

Lots of music too, some of it recorded, which was glorious fun to make. Immense kindnesses from the closest friends, for whom I feel always unworthy. But I find I'm strangely anxious to be immersed in work and deadlines and classes and all that again. Spending Christmas here has made me all the more adamant I don't want to live here again, at least not for a very long time. Maybe it's just because I'd gotten used to being busy and having empty days stretch out ahead was difficult to get used to. Or maybe I was just sick of it anyway and  the alternative has spoiled me.

Coldly Home

Home! and there was whiskey and tea and omnomnomlette and ice and freezing fog and gigs and sausages and chips and work and blood and fighting and cold tiled floors and hot tiled floors and I've still not gone through all the photos I've taken in the last few days and there are lot-t-t-ts which is brilliant.