This recent cold snap reminded me of these photographs I had yet to share taken in Ireland this past Christmas. The sun was setting and the fog was rolling in from the ether, causing my camera to struggle to focus on anything in particular, softening the gaze as if the clouds fell that day.
Freezing Fog #1
Although a dumping of snow or ice is yet to grace the landscapes of Ireland, I was treated to another phenomenon – freezing fog. I’ve never experienced fog like it – completely enveloping all the eye could see in a matter of minutes, swirling around the fields and transforming objects and buildings into milky soft nothingness, as my camera struggled to capture anything in detail it felt as though I was living in an oil painting.
A fourth collection of undulating fog filled landscapes. I love when a person is somewhere in the shot, I feel like it adds a different tone to the image and makes me wonder about the story of the individual and where they are travelling beyond the mist.
A third offering of gloomy mist filled vistas when the sky had fallen and bloomed outwards, dulling the light and defusing the horizon.
A second set of photos taken in the early hours of the morning when the milky fog was so thick it transformed the streets into an uncanny world not to be disturbed.
A random assortment of environment art that I had yet to share on Gentle Giant – created for the spooky season or just the exploration of colour in space, fun as always.
This weeks Kick About on Red’s Kingdom is the Père Lachaise Cemetery in Paris. Lately I have been looking to a lot of German expressionism in my own work, the monochromatic shapely designs of the set dressings are unparalleled and always leave me wanting more. With that it mind I wanted to do some black and white eerie angular paintings inspired by German expressionism.
A third and final set of photographs from a journey into an abandoned and forgotten house deep in the countryside and shrouded in nature. I enjoy exploring places like this, although slightly melancholic to see the remnants of people left behind clouded in dust and mildew – the trophies and knitwear full of dust bunnies, the good china left to dip in rotten cabinets. I always how spaces would have looked when it was full of life.
More shots taken from the exploration to the house in Roosters Rest. I would imagine in its hay day this house was probably stylish. Warm woods are implanted throughout with midcentury credenzas and dressers dressing up the bedrooms now being seized by nature. Fireplaces and doors are painted bright colours and those thin patterned curtains providing an ominous ooze of colour from the blinding greens and yellows outside.
Some photography from a neighbouring dilapidated house in sleepy Roosters Rest where the crumbling structure was full of mildew and spiders. The curtains, yellow tinged glass and bright wallpaper oozing colour throughout the walls and halls of this silent place. Like stepping into a time machine.