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Little Races

I’ve been sitting on this forever.  I have wanted to make work about the experiences of transracial adoptees but I’ve been shy and unconfident and full of excuses why I should not do it and lazy, I’m prepared to admit that I am capable of lazyness, just not very good at it because I am also a high achiever when it comes to feeling guilty about lying on the sofa watching daytime TV. Anyhoo, I got made redundant at the end of July from a parody employer.  I sat about plotting revenge for a while and then I thought fuckit, …

People

I’m thinking a lot about portraits at the moment as I am collaborating with other trans-racial adoptees to create portraits that represent us in a way we feel comfortable with our own image.  So I’m reviewing other portrait work I have done.  The relationship between the sitter and the photographer is so much more than point and shoot.  There is a skill to sitting.  There is a skill to managing the pose from both sides of the lens.  I took each of these photographs for distinct reasons and I can see what I was thinking about when I made the …

The Obscure

The title of this piece is the Obscure after the book about Jude Fawley by Thomas Hardy.  The image is also printed on the text from a 1917 edition.  There are lots of reasons for this but the main one is if you don’t have an education, you are screwed. I’ve never read all of Jude the Obscure despite the fact that Thomas Hardy is one of my favourite writers. It’s just too bleak and sad. Even Michael Winterbottom’s film with Christopher Ecclestone and Kate Winslet is too much for me to sit through; poverty, siblicide, suicide all under the …

60 Minutes at Speakers Corner

The main theme appears to be some kind of monotheist slap-down between the fundamental Christians and the fundamental Muslims.  Still, people listen, they join in.  I like it, though it reminds me that our society is increasingly polarised between the comfortable and those tolerating increasing discomfort. Using instant film in the cold and the wind is problematic, but kind of worth it.

60 Minutes with Fotosynthesis

I met Ingrid Guyon when I helped out on a project for Fotosynthesis in early 2014.  they had this genius idea for teaching year 4 kids about measuring and maths that involved gettingthem to make pinhole cameras, to take photos and develop them.  Nothing beats seeing a kid watching a photograph coming up in the developer.  We stayed in touch and that summer I helped her out when she was taking portraits at the South Bank Centre.  I took polaroids of the process.

60 Minutes with my Mother

Ritual is important.  The breakfast ritual doubly so, another night survived, another morning washed and dressed, make up on and ready to eat, ready for the rest of the day.

60 Minutes with Tim Andrews

About a year ago, I had a fight with my husband and, I went off to the park with the polaroid back, my hasselblad and a pack of fuji instant film.  In the course of an hour I shot the pack, screwed up two in the process and felt pleased enough with the results do some more.  So, in the last 12 months i have done a little set in some properly unrelated places including my mother’s kitchen, speakers corner and a tiny town at the end of a small gage steam railway in Brazil. If you asked me why …

The Wantonness of Statues

There is something a little bit uncomfortable about the pose and look from this statue.  She seems very knowing and not quite appropriate for some one prepubescent.  I walked past her once and found myself going back a couple of times. I wanted her to stand out in black and white as she was actually verdegris.  Behind her the tress were dark and still green but they did’t have a great degree of tonal difference to the statue and it was important to me that her face, the round shapes on her eyelids as well as the softness of her …

The Christmas Portrait

This is Christmas in Krakow, late in 1993 or early 94.  This family are sitting on a large crib and getting their photos taken.  They are a strange kind of family.  She dominates in her hound’s-tooth coat, scarf and sunglasses. Her Imelda Marcosness does something to the arrangement that makes the image superficially all about her.  But then again, the father brings to mind Dr Aziz from A passage to India for some reason, older and wiser, plumper, but with a little more thought the lead actor in this play.  But who could look anything less than a supporting character to …