Wednesday, October 20, 2021

I can feel the mountain reaching upwards..



Greetings. It’s been 7 years since I last made a post here, before it was abandoned along with the rest of my life at that time. This was 2013. This blog's previous posts covered my first explorations along the highways and byways of the United States and the numerous photo projects it inspired, both personal and collective. They were highly creative times. Many of the posts were concerned with being a new immigrant, the recession, returning to school, marriage, working as an EMT and of course traveling and photography. Now, 7 years later, all of these things are gone, except for photography, I never stopped taking pictures. 



With the resurrection of this blog I hope to not start afresh so much, but begin with bridging the time between this post and the last and attempt to assemble into some form of coherent narrative, a pathway through these lost years. At the same time I will be trying to make sense of this journey myself, for the first time, in the form of sharing key photographs made along the way. With these pictures I would like to include a commentary, which may well be an exercise in personal process for me too. Perhaps I will give the photographs context and unpack the circumstances which were surrounding its making and why I lifted my camera to make the picture in the first place. Other stuff too, personal and diaristic. These details are, as yet to be determined and I may do something else entirely, but I hear it helps to focus one's intentions by stating them first.



Of course when I say lost years, I do not mean entirely so. Over this period it’s true my online presence was indeed minimal and I had been, until last year, without a phone for the entire 7 year period. This was my choice and I have never been completely offline for more than a week or so anyway. There were many times though, I was completely unreachable, without a single other person knowing what my location was. It is an eerie feeling to realize one's solitary place in a wild and unfamiliar world that you know nothing about and is completely indifferent to your presence in it. And that strange stillness too, out in the darkness, beyond the light of the campfire, that shifting sense of scale and self. It is like I can feel the mountain reaching upwards and losing its balance. I can feel the ten thousand year yawn of the canyon close by and I can feel how the silence is thickened with the shadows of their presence. How much of the world is actually there and how much is the flickering movie of my mind projecting its phantoms upon it? It’s a beautiful and terrifying thing to behold and it can make a person take stock and pay attention fast. It is also a rare feeling to experience these days too, and to be truly out-of-touch is, for me, a privilege and I have been grateful to enjoy pockets of it between here and there.



Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Recollection. Paris Exhibition


Paris Exhibition

I'm pleased to announce that I will be part of a group exhibition titled 'Recollection' which will be opening in Paris this Friday with friends and colleagues from the photo-collective 'Get The Picture'. Work from several of my American projects will be shown along with my 'Cage' series. If you're in Paris for Paris Photo, please feel free to come along to the opening on the evening of the 15th. Many thanks to Damien Lafargue for his tireless energy, focus and enthusiasm and also to curator Myriam Barchechat.

Phoenix, AZ

Untitled

Jenny

Cage

RECOLLECTION, a group show at Superette Gallery with the works of Harvey Benge, Marcus Haydock, Nicolas Hosteing, Simon Kossoff, Paul Kwiatkowski, Damien Lafargue and Simon Letourneau, curated by Myriam Barchechat.

Exposition du 16 novembre 2013 au 28 février 2014
Superette Gallery
104 rue du Faubourg Poissonnière
75010 Paris.

Opening reception on November 15th at 6:30 pm

Thursday, October 17, 2013

Recent photographs from the Overland Park project.


Overland Park, KS


Overland Park, KS


Overland Park, KS


Overland Park, KS


Overland Park, KS



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Overland Park, KS


Overland Park, KS

Overland Park, KS


Here are some semi recent photographs which continue my on-going project made in Overland Park. I have well over 200 images in this series now which have all been made over the last couple of years. Regular followers of this blog will know that many images from this project have been posted here over this time and is on the whole largely still unedited. It has been a series which I have felt my way through more than anything else and it has at times acted like a sort of diary from home. Sometimes I have responded closely to the original brief I gave myself and at other times it has been something of an experiment and a place to exercise creativity and explore larger idea's about America. It has also been a way for me to align myself psychically with place. These new photographs, however, are more personal in nature.

Saturday, January 26, 2013

I Have Always Been Here Before


Pioneers, KS

Lost Boy

Thursday January 23rd marked five years since I arrived in America. Over this time I have been fortunate enough to visit 29 of it's States and been able to make photographs in most of them and it is this journey which I have sporadically documented here at this blog. America has come as one of the great inspirations of my life, both personally and artistically. With a profound feeling of both strangeness and familiarity it has often crossed my mind, that, in whichever previous incarnation I might have had, traveling to America is a journey which I have somehow always ended up making. It echo's right through me too, out of viscera and into dreams, with images of a flickering succession of sea vessels, down through the wormhole of history and back to it's discovery. So today - now - with a shuddering sense of deja vu, I hear myself whisper; "I have always been here before".

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Wheel-Maker

       

I can feel the mountain reaching upwards..

Greetings. It’s been 7 years since I last made a post here, before it was abandoned along with the rest of my life at that time. This was 20...