I'm writing this as I design my new website. A perfectionist is not fun. So I will shoot perfectionism with a bullet.
Personal journals or autobiographies seem to mostly be interesting if you've had a hard life of drugs and you recover and have some sort of celebrity status... Yeah I know big call, and it's a huge generalisation.
Whilst I was going to write a personal entry about this mountain I went up as a child, and revisited now many many years later, I realised I haven't hit drugs hard and I certainly don't have a celebrity-like status. So know this... standing on this pinnacle whilst the sun went down and the valley dripped off into darkness, there was a simple contentment whilst photographing alone from this point. No Rocky Balboa Sylvester Stallone playing cliff hanger to ruine the moment. Just my camera gear, myself, and a long walk back in the dark.
Reluctancy to post some of my work on here, which I do for clients and not my own enjoyment, has always been on my mind. So I'm going to try and break that from now on and see how it feels. This thought could purely be because of the music I am listening to in the background as my fingers move to the beat of the speakers and 'Benny Sings' psychedelic funk tunes come grooving down my ears.
Jinja Safari, I've posted plenty from them before and from documenting them thoroughly through their first year of performing and rather sporadically now. There are a lot of photographs that have not been seen but that will be revealed at a much later stage. For now here are some shots from the other weekend in Sydney where they were filming their new clip and I was clicks and films behind the scenes.
The top of a building is not the top.
Last year 4 people decided to stop thousands of city dwellers on the highway to have an extreme game of twister. The meaning behind this is for every individual to interpret as they want.
Extreme twister went to the top of a building and ended on the edge of a counterweight hanging above the street below. No photoshop, no tricks, just a game with the rules of gravity should someone lose.
The following images are part 2 of the 'Extreme Twister' project, finishing with the photograph from last years highway halt.
Ink and paper for the creation of words. Pixels and blogs... It's just not as poetically romantic... So how do we create the same intimacy with Internet inks and pieces of data paper?
Do you have to print the words off or write them out yourself, order a latte and tell the barista to fill the cup creating certainty in spillage disaster?
Is it the element of sticky tape on the corner of images and deliberate messy childlike writing with scribbles that need to be present?
Why is it that tapping letters are not as beautiful as gripping a pencil and scratching them?
I don't have of course...
But I like tapping letters and filling the web with pixels of my own thoughts. I think it matters where I write and not what instrument I use in the orchestra.
I wrote this in bed with a heater, music and a candle in a jar.
Photographs... If I feel that way about words don't even get me started on photographs... I simply cannot, pencil or pixel, write enough to come close to feeling.