Altered States of Agoraphobia

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Salina, KS (Horizontal)

Recently I made a short trip to Salina Kansas, where my wife had a conference. This is a selection of the horizontal images I made whilst wondering around the town on that afternoon. Salina is located apx 164 miles west of Kansas City on Interstate 70. And is, I was told on my return, very close to the geographical centre of the USA.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Damaged Goods

Here are three images from an on-going series I have been working on called Damaged Goods.

Recently I contributed as a guest photographer three more images from this personal work to the wonderful website aamora.com which can be found at this link. Many thanks to Aaron Schwartz for the great work he does there.

http://www.aamora.com/?p=1889

Friday, March 19, 2010

States of Grace (Part Two)

Galena, MO

Event

Topeka, KS

Gas Station, MO

After several months of editing, part two of my series 'States of Grace' is now finally finished and can been seen together with part one at Get the Picture's website. Here is a selection of images from this new work.

A link to 'Get the Picture' can be found here

http://getthepicture.fr/En/Photographes/Kossoff/Sog.html

A slideshow of this series can also be found here:

Welcome

About the photographs: These images are a search for a personal orientation between the dream or idea of a place and my actual experience of it in reality. They can be described as a collection of psychic coordinate points which I have plotted between the imagined America I brought with me from England and the real America I found on my arrival in 2008. These images are half truth and half fiction. They are a psychogeography, filled with personal symbolism and tangled with influences so old they were already part of me long before this journey ever began.

A note about the title:  The compulsion to travel, to move from one place to another, has been with me my whole life. Whether it be local, national or international, I have always found myself either in motion or, if not, I have been dreaming about it. Paradoxically, it has been in the periods of dreaming that Agoraphobia, (which Google defines as “Extreme or irrational fear of entering open or crowded places, of leaving one's own home, or of being in places from which escape is difficult”) has gripped me and, at times, crippled me. These photographs are my continued (once secret) revolt against it in the United States of America today, despite recent quarantines.