why not....

The following post represent a beginning for myself in terms of a series of images around the sytock of images i have gathered over the course of six years. The images derive from the photograph print or negative. I place the image in the centre of the frame and then expand the edges of the image into the surrounding frame. Along with these images i ahve also been painting over various images from media sources, magazines, newspapers, illustrated books. The intention began with a want to use the paint to isolate subjects in the image. However as i began using the acyrilic paint i realise that it was difficult to control the edges of the paint, so i unintentionally began to build up a layer over the image. This led to a expanding out of the edges of the frame, in a way the imagined edge of the images began to dominate the subject...


in effect an imagined representation is constructed from the seed of an indexically grounded image.. what does this mean, Im not too sure.. i think im trying to get back to the 'me' in the image. isolating and exploding the reality of the photographic....

i want mostly not to claim any identity as painter,
i can ignore any notion of photographer,
i just want to understand my own mind,
as best i can..

Reflection In A Shop Window

A Rocky OutCrop

Hands

after an extended break from the word of the photographic, and an absence from a certain graduation, i am beginning to come back to the work that i have left for the last six months. i have been working as an electrical apprentice, a job i could never have seen myself in, but desperate time, anyway its a good job, i work hard all day and come home tired in the evening.


i am though reinvigourated with a new found sense of purpose, a pupose that is resolved around the belief that the work i make from this point is work i create for myself about myself, no more half veiled refeerences to the social or the political, to the material or the emphereral.. work that is born out of lived experience that is only constructed as a means to understand that which is ini front of me..

anyway the work is kinda of shit, but my shit so not to worry, i intend to begin making a daily record of the image of m,y hands accompanied by a brief description of the moment of the images construction, the initention is not really important... recording the physical impact of everyday upon my hands...

also recently have had a friend of mine ask me for an image from the catalougue of buried negatives for a cover of an EP he is putting together, a good boost....

talk soon..
as soon as i get a day off

portrait of the artist as a young man...

economically challenged young man poses as artist in reflection

 of economically challenged piece of art...

early man flee's economic woe's and a small fire...

call me jimmy rabbit....or not that up to you really..

or not... not sure why im here any more.. the 80s have arrived..