Still fixated with the nuances of light and shadow on an image I was curious about clear objects on plain bold coloured paper.
I like the resulting simplicity and how it somehow feels a little surreal at the same time.
THINGS IN LIGHT
Still fixated with the nuances of light and shadow on an image I was curious about clear objects on plain bold coloured paper.
I like the resulting simplicity and how it somehow feels a little surreal at the same time.
Mental health is a delicate balance. I spin many plates to keep mine in check.
Playing around with objects in light and shadow is a fun pursuit for me, it’s my “just for fun” way of indulging my curiosity. And while it often (re) shapes my perspective and mood, sometimes, while I am busy putting things together without much vigilance, the fractal roots of past trauma finds its way in.
An isolated and complicated childhood of witnessing violence, abuse and experiencing loss is at the root of my trauma. I live with it daily and do my best to just keep going. Despite this, I am happy enough and I am not offended when my subconscious serves up reminders of my past to me in this way. It’s just my inner voice reminding me to check in with myself.
Another sun filtered afternoon. Another spontaneous still life.
I read this interesting thought and it stuck with me:
“The name still life says it all - these are pictures of calm, peaceful life, which they invite and encourage us to enter. In our utilitarian, ever-moving world, still lifes give us pause. This is life without movement, going nowhere.” Christpohe André
One might not think of light as a matter of fact, but I do. And it is, as I said, as plain and open and direct an art as you will ever find.
Dan Flavin
Translucent, transparent and lucid.
I take a bunch of photos - almost every single sunny day.
Photos of things, placed in the sunlight and captured, just because.
I think very little and act quietly and automatically with my mood and the light guiding me. Grab stuff from various corners of our home and place where the light hits. There’s no purpose to this thing that I do, other than enjoyment.
I know it’s just a pomegranate that I cut up. It’s nothing special. It’s a very ordinary thing to do.
But that particular afternoon, the midday sun was particularly bright and that seems to make the colours of the pomegranate on my tray pop! Visually, it was as delicious as the fruit itself.
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