A to B Invisible

After my last post about privacy I feel I should fess up that I also have a dog in the fight that goes a bit further than photography: I made a short film, ostensibly to learn Premiere Pro, but also because I liked a song and didn’t like the way it was on shown on YouTube.  I made the film using short sequences shot on a Nexus 4 mobile phone, mainly on the London Overground on my way to and from work.  The shots are of people who are for the most part looking at their phones.  I liked the …

Making images in public, making images of the public

I’ve been following the case against Arne Svenson with a lot of interest and I am glad that it has been resolved in his favour.  Some of these photographs are quite beautiful when taken as images of calm domesticity but his method opens up a can of worms that says more about affluence and the assumed rights it appears to bring than it does about the ethics of the photographer. The issue with Svenson’s photographs is they are of the insides of people’s homes and he took them using a long lens from outside their homes and did not ask …

Public Transport

You take two journeys on a bus, first the one that gets you from A to B and then the other one that you body must undergo as you are jostled and pushed around by the movements that the journey imposes on your body. [envira-gallery id=”2992″]

pinhole with 14 year olds

Today I helped with an introductory workshop for year ten kids who are studying photography for GCSE.  They were adamant that photography is not art for starters, so we’ve come full circle here.  They were nice.  I’m sure they are capable of being a handful under normal circumstances, but they were great and engaged for a pretty long day learning about something. We started with a group photograph taken with a a large format camera.  A couple of them got to look through the screen where everything is upside down and back to front which was kind of popular and …

A travellers tale

I am not sure how many times I crossed the various borders in and out of Slovakia but most of the time it seemed to have been in the winter. What I do remember is the border guards attempting to destroy my old school British Passport twisting it hin and yonder in an attempt to make my real gypsy one fall out from its place of concealment. They never did because like many gypsy things, it was of course enchanted. Central Europe inhabits a kind of fairy story hinterland in my head. A place of great forests, stony peaks, castles …

educating tina

Week three tidied up and put away at OSE. This was the one where my pocket account got a bit full with all of the new names, that everybody else seems to know about and I just kind of spluttered along like some wanky old fucker. I should temper my personal irritation with the fact, at the end of the day, I’ve seen the most dawns and dusks, so I’m the winner. I know I should be writing all kinds of reflective balix about how I am growing as an artist or something like that, but I just don’t have …

Blood test

I am B42 in the blood queue and when I got here the current number was 94. I am waiting in Homerton which is not my favourite place. Today the smell is that  smell the one I remember from father’s cousin when she was comotose and on the way out. I am sick of hospitals. I will be getting a lot sicker pretty soon, or not, depending on the outcome of mother’s hip operation which was scheduled for 31st of January but got bumped.  My brother scared me by telling me that some hospitals use it as a culling tool, weed …

Back to school

Well that is my first week at open school east. We are quite a diverse group and I already feel as if I have had to rearrange some of my attitudes and opinions. I always like that because it is the equalivant of flosssing. Just not letting things rot away until they start to rot the good bits. The week has been overshadowed with the killings in Paris. Two of the other students are French and one is about as brown as me. We had a brief chat about people responding to our colour, especially in the art world. So …

60 Minutes at work

I would be lying if I said I love my job.  I certainly do not.  I love the idea of my job and it is probably this that has kept me banging my head against the wall for almost 16 years because the institutions I work for certainly haven’t covered themselves in glory when it comes to actually using my skills, experience or education.  I used to be called a Learning Technologist, even for a period of time a Senior Learning Technologist, these days I am an Academic Developer, but in truth I am a check box that universities like …

Art School

I am starting at Open School East on Thursday 8th January.  I’m kind of daunted and excited by the whole thing.  I’m most worried about being so much older than everybody else, including all the tutors, but also about my lack of basic artschool.  I should be ok though. I have set upon a project about gentrification, though I am pretty sure the system is awash with this kind of thing.  Nevertheless, I am personally interested in the changes that have been happening around where I live and I am even more interested in the lives of the people who …