Saturday, May 29, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Joel Burns
I've recently been able to work with some very creative and driven people. Being around talent not only helps keep me on point, but, as I take in their views and watch them work, causes me to be a little more tangental in my thinking. The question I can't help but ask myself is this: would I take this experience over a hardened cyborg endoskeleton? No, I would obviously default to the cyborg death machine. I would kill mercilessly until Jean Claude Van-Damme overcame me through a limber act of man-glory.
Also, I think I've wasted two rolls of film in my minolta XG. It keeps shooting past the max. exposures for the roll. I haven't developed them yet so i'm hoping for the best though.
Friday, May 21, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Polaroid Thursday: Why did I Think it Was a Good Idea to Take Summer Courses Edition
Monday, May 10, 2010
Kodak Building # 9
Urban Exploration at the abandoned Kodak building # 9
DRAMA LIST 2010
Injuries: 1
Blood spilled: 1/4 pint
Pairs Underwear lost: 1
Cannibals: 6
Film Crew Mistaken for Cannibals: 5
Asbestos Dust: Omnipresent
Flaming Garbage Piles: 3
50 Foot Drops: 1
Times I pretended I was a Ninja: Unconfirmed
In a blisteringly idiotic display of absentmindedness I only brought a 50mm on the adventure; so, a lot of what was there I couldn't find the space to capture. Next time definitely.
See the set here.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Put The Rifle Down
The Untold City hosted Robots //// Us at Wrong Bar a couple of weeks ago and if you missed it then you missed a precision acoustic strike to your dick. (In the interest of gender equality it must be noted that a precision acoustic strike would also have been delivered to your vagina)
Click here to see what I'm raging about.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
The Love Affair Begins?
In 2005 I showed up at my uncle's door in England -- fresh-faced, naive, and ready to live. I travelled, met people, and had my poor small-town bearing ground into paste on the tiles of the London Underground. My Uncle, somewhat frustrated, made me take his camera (a Canon 300d Digital SLR) with me on a visit to Salisbury to see Stone henge here (one of my first 5 pics :D ).
When I first looked through the viewfinder and out onto the pentaprism directed landscape two epiphanic moments seared through me at the same time.
Firstly, and most importantly, a release of frustration like I had never known. A channel for my imagination at last. Whether or not my voice was of interest to others was moot... I derived MASSIVE amounts of enjoyment out of something created by my own hand. A positive feedback loop that has since taken control of my life. The second feeling was regret. Sadness for the 25 years I had spent without knowing about this outlet and without developing my skill. Because of these two things I inculcated myself into a world of photography. I read as many books as I could, never put down my camera, and annoyed my friends endlessly.
Now, a few years later, the passion is tempered by every day life and as much as it is a part of me and my routine it inevitably fails to spark those same emotions. Until today.
I developed my first roll of film. I had recently picked up a simple Pentax 35mm Spotomatic and a role of Blacks 400 ISO film. Firing off the frames as quickly as possible and with little eye for composition, I was really just excited to see if the camera worked and if I even knew how to properly expose... for all I knew the shutter wasn't even closing properly.
Forgoing darkroom development until next week, I went to Black's and had them developed. So, as I sit here with my pictures spread out in front of me, tangible in a way I've never had, I feel alive with the breath of art and am as excited as I was that day at Stone Henge. Maybe not as divergent a moment but every bit as satisfying.
I have loaded a new role of film and, with an assurance that I know what I am doing, am heading out to develop my eye and produce something that makes me proud.
Next up, Darkroom.
When I first looked through the viewfinder and out onto the pentaprism directed landscape two epiphanic moments seared through me at the same time.
Firstly, and most importantly, a release of frustration like I had never known. A channel for my imagination at last. Whether or not my voice was of interest to others was moot... I derived MASSIVE amounts of enjoyment out of something created by my own hand. A positive feedback loop that has since taken control of my life. The second feeling was regret. Sadness for the 25 years I had spent without knowing about this outlet and without developing my skill. Because of these two things I inculcated myself into a world of photography. I read as many books as I could, never put down my camera, and annoyed my friends endlessly.
Now, a few years later, the passion is tempered by every day life and as much as it is a part of me and my routine it inevitably fails to spark those same emotions. Until today.
I developed my first roll of film. I had recently picked up a simple Pentax 35mm Spotomatic and a role of Blacks 400 ISO film. Firing off the frames as quickly as possible and with little eye for composition, I was really just excited to see if the camera worked and if I even knew how to properly expose... for all I knew the shutter wasn't even closing properly.
Forgoing darkroom development until next week, I went to Black's and had them developed. So, as I sit here with my pictures spread out in front of me, tangible in a way I've never had, I feel alive with the breath of art and am as excited as I was that day at Stone Henge. Maybe not as divergent a moment but every bit as satisfying.
I have loaded a new role of film and, with an assurance that I know what I am doing, am heading out to develop my eye and produce something that makes me proud.
Next up, Darkroom.
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