This is what my space looks like. I've also included a few more detailed shots of works I don't think have seen this blog before.
I have vaguely set up a "website" for displaying my work. Here it is.
I use the term website loosely as its host site is Tumblr.
I know, I know. I'm sorry.
I feel dirty saying the word Tumblr on here, its as if I'm cheating on my boyfriend right in front of him.
I still love you Blogger, don't worry. No one will ever replace you.
I feel that nearing the end of my course, actually more than that, possibly even throughout the majority of the course I felt stifled. It was as if being told to "make" completely tore the joy out of making. It was necessary to play around and be creative to get good results but knowing that whatever I made was going to be critiqued very closely was always in the forefront of my mind. This made it almost impossible to be as playful and directionless as required.
I ask back: In the past, could not everyone be a photographer? I don´t think that the rising of digital photography is the date of the access of the mass into photography. Analog photo does not mean real complication, or? The jump into the practicable photography for everyone was much earlier than at the point, where digital P. became standard. There are people, who are interested in technology with the focus on future and progress and improvement. And these people work with the complexity of things and invest a lot of time in it. And there are people who are looking into the past and are interested in past inventions. I try not to lose in technical things. Photography is so much and a photographer can define himself on so many things. My rather questions are: what is a photographer. What has a photographer to achieve and how long and how intensive. Who is
a photographer and who is a picture maker and who is an artist and what means what? Even before digital photography was affordable for everyone.
I wish I would stop finding things that would have been useful for writing my dissertation months after I handed it in.
I am obsessed with old photographs. Bad photographs. Forgotten photographs.
Frustrated by photography (and everything else) becoming increasingly reliant on digital, I started collecting physical, analogue images. Overlooked images. And I have given them a home in my drawings. I hope the intricate, time-consuming nature of making pencil drawings gives the photographs a new-found life. Photographs embody the ghostliness of something having been there which doesn’t exist any longer. Photographs are the corpse of a moment in time. Through my drawings I like to resurrect this moment.
“The world forgetting, by the world forgot.” – Alexander Pope