Wednesday, September 26, 2012

WOODTURNING TOOLS

For me my Dads workshop is a treasure throve of memory and a lot of the contents i.e his tools, the wood, old bits and bobs all stand as a symbol of the past and capture the essence of time passing.
His woodturning tools have made many creations. They were used to turn a mundane piece of wood into something of beauty.
I wanted to use his tools as the basis for a photography piece. I photographed them in situ in the workshop. I then took them out of context and made castings of them and moulds from which I then took black and white photographs. The resulting images had a warped molten looking appearance which for me charged and changed the tools into something completely different. They look like they are encased, frozen in time, wrapped around and suspended under a this blanket.







Sunday, September 23, 2012

THIRD YEAR

I made it to Third year, which is great and scary all wrapped into one. Had a pretty emotional Summer so trying to get my thoughts focused on my project now. First couple of weeks were finding my feet, doing research and planning my ideas. Meeting everyone was great. Day one of week 3 tomorrow and I have my concept and project title sort of covered. I am carrying on from last semester and using the theme of Memory and place and how the landscape incapsulates our memories and forms our identity. Objects that have survived the passing of time, that tell a subtle story while simultaneously acting as a metaphor for me personally and whats going on in my life/head at the moment. I want my images to represent the passing of time and capture the essence of the past while also holding onto the possibilities of the future.




   




 The farm I grew up on formed who I am today and from walking around the farm and surrounding fields/environment I am costantly conjuring up memories, or fragments of memories from my childhood.




These photographs of the Butterfly and the Bee capture the beauty and fragility of nature.

The passing of time can change the appearance of a place but the memory associated with it is still afixed in ones head.