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Mask
In my efforts to become more creative in my photography, I’m dipping into my archive of ‘abandoned images’ and reprocessing them in the hopes of reinventing them as art.
It’s actually a really enjoyable process looking through images I had given up on long ago and breathing new life into them.
This was originally a photo taken of a mask in the British Museum. It was under a hard florescent light, and was taken as a wide shot resulting in a lot going on in the background.
I took the picture and then rather embarrassingly realized I was in the gift shop, not in the museum itself … ha ha.
Plaster replica aside, I’m please with the result.
Peace
I was going to delete the original image as it was badly shot against the light, but had a sudden flash of inspiration. I cropped it, added some filters and artificial lights for effect.
All done on the iPad.
Remembering Jukkasjarvi
This photo is from a trip I took a few years ago to a small Swedish town called Jukkasjarvi. Population is less than 600 people.
My Own Worst Enemy
The last 10 years has been one long sustained campaign of self-sabotage. Still have no idea what I did to p!ss me off.
— Golda Raphael (@goldaraphael) April 1, 2012
The Big Egg Hunt
This ‘egg’ is one of hundreds placed at various locations across London as part of ‘The Fabergé Big Egg Hunt’. Found this one during a lunchtime stroll on the Southbank.
The Fall of Icarus
This is my first piece of ‘art’. It’s a photo-painting hybrid I made on my iPad.
I focused on the face, not wanting to show pain or fear, but that equilibrium that exists beyond it.
I also wanted to get the overall effect of being ‘consumed’ by the sun.
He is falling backwards, looking straight into the sun as he descends, bathed in all it’s golden glory.
More on Icarus’ tragic tale here.
Return
I’ve been in Ghana since early December. Having been back now for about 2 weeks, it’s taken me this long to get back to ‘normal’ life. The dreamy mist of 5 weeks in the sun hasn’t quite lifted yet, but all that is familiar is beginning to slot back into place.
Loving: Nathaniel Rateliff – Oil & Lavender
He Waits
Still one of my favourite adverts EVER. To me, this is not an Ad … It’s art. I wish all advertising was this emotive.
Directed by Jonathan Glazer in 1999, the advert won numerous awards at the time.
The pounding soundtrack is called ‘Phat Planet’ by Leftfield. You can find out more about the ad here
They don’t make them like this anymore.
Loss
This is one of my favourite paintings by Alexandre-Georges-Henri Regnault entitled “Automedon with the Horses of Achilles”.
The horses, although foaming at the mouth, are not wild, they are grieving. Both immortal, the horses Xanthos and Balious were given to Achilles’ parents as a gift from Poseidon and pulled the young hero’s chariot during the Trojan war. When Achilles was mortally wounded, the horses were inconsolable, and it is Automedon, Achillies’ charioteer, who tries to console them.
RIP Steve Jobs
Three different apples changed the world. The one eaten by Eve, the one that hit Newton, the one created by Steve Jobs.
Making Beats
My most expensive app purchase to date. Korg iMA-20 synth studio for iPad. Really getting into the whole songwriting thing.
Bjork better watch her back. Just saying.
We are creators
I’m about to set in motion something I have been planning for awhile.
To say I’m excited is an understatement. After months (years, actually) of complaining, I’m finally doing something about it.
So easy to forget that we are the creators of our own story.
Updates to follow soon.
Murder of Minutes
Who has never killed an hour? Not casually or without thought, but carefully: a premeditated murder of minutes. The violence comes from a combination of giving up, not caring, and a resignation that getting past it is all you can hope to accomplish. So you kill the hour. You do not work, you do not read, you do not daydream. If you sleep it is not because you need to sleep. And when at last it is over, there is no evidence: no weapon, no blood, and no body. The only clue might be the shadows beneath your eyes or a terribly thin line near the corner of your mouth indicating something has been suffered, that in the privacy of your life you have lost something and the loss is too empty to share.
— Mark Z. Danielewski (House of Leaves)
Ignite Your Soul
Found this great video on YouTube. Powerful stuff when you mix inspirational quotes with art.
Again
I’m starting again. Everything.
Not for the first time.
Probably not for the last.
Until I find what I’m looking for.
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