A second set of textures deriving from a plethora of sources inspired by the glazed finishes of the tea drinking vessel – Chawans. I would love to have a proper whirl of pottery at some stage, the last feeble attempts being gaudy ashtrays in primary school for chain smoking aunties and uncles. The feel and smell of the clay as well as the amazing coloured intricacies that can be produced from barrel or smoke firing is definitely one for the creative bucket list!
The decorative tea drinking vessels – Chawans are this weeks kick about over on Red’s Kingdom. I was instantly drawn to the textures of these gorgeous Chawans, I can only imagine the craftsmanship that goes into creating those intricate glazes. I am a bit of a hunter gatherer of textures myself and enjoy capturing the small things that make something whole so I decided to cherry pick from the mountain of textures I have stored in a number of hard drives and superimpose them in a way that might look like some of those details that make up Chawans. Some textures in there include; dirt, mold, water, rust, snow, moss, plants, and a hefty amount of ice. It is always a pleasure creating in this way as there is always a heir of mystery as I never know how they will turn out.
A third and final set of mirage landscapes inspired by Augustus Osborne Lamplough.
A second set of images created for this weeks kick about over on Red’s Kingdom inspired by the paintings of Augustus Osbourne Lamplough. Creating these images uses a few different methods of mixing different mediums, First the images of the initial landscapes were captured on camera, then they were transformed in the edit by adding more yellows and browns to the already parched landscape, finally adding multiples of different shapes on top of each other with low opacities to emulate the layered effects of Lamplough’s watercolour paintings.
This weeks kick about over on Red’s Kingdom is the paintings of Augustus Osbourne Lamplough. When I recently came back to London after experiencing the greens of Ireland I was taken aback with how brown and muddy the earth felt, the grass crispy under my feet, the leaves and flowers with burnt liver spots. The world was well and truly scorching alive with a wave of heat that follows your every move. Sweating, I set out with my camera in the sweltering heat to explore the torrid areas and capture similar landscapes to Lamplough’s work, the park near my house where I run every day being the main jumping off point, coupled with the coloured slats, trucks and caravans in the midst of setting-up shop for a funfair. I wanted to explore taking the photos that step further – upping the exaggeration by adding a plethora of different shapes hinting at some civilisation in the distance. But is it nothing more than a mirage?
A fourth batch of impressionistic photography of birch trees, sitka spruces, sycamore and chestnuts coupled together with the leaf litter and patterns that makeup the landscape. If I had the resources I would have one of these printed large scale on a crisp white wall.
Another group of impressionistic images inspired by the paintings of Monet. There was so many densely populated birch trees stretching across certain areas it felt as though my eyes were attempting to cherry pick on specific elements, instead giving way to the coloured blotchy static and welcoming it as a whole.
A second batch of impressionistic photography from trekking through the woods to hunt for texture. I find noticing the small things about the makeup of my surroundings in these peaceful places to be such a therapeutic and grounding experience.
A series exploring the texture and colour found in nature, in particular the dappled wonders of birch trees. Inspired by the vivid impressionistic paintings of Monet I set out to capture the marks, speckles and scratches and smudges that makeup the picturesque landscapes of rural Ireland.
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.
Gentle Giant 