Keep it Simple

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Looking back over the past few months, the work I’ve enjoyed most, alongside my beach studies, has been the studio work – still life, scenes and portraits.

Shooting this way feels focussed and absorbing. I lose myself, and time just flies by!

I thought this might be a good way to go here for a while..keep it simple..and maybe I can tell some stories along the way..

I wanted to keep these calm and uncluttered, making a star of this little bowl.

It’s the most perfect blue..sky and sea and bird egg..

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My First Portraiture Shoot

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I had a busy time last week taking photographs for my friend and fellow musician Rowan.

Rowan is a fantastic singer and I wanted to try and take some photographs for her that she could use both promotionally and personally.

I have been practising for the past few months using natural light indoors, so that I could work without studio lighting or expensive kit. (I posted about that here.) Rowan was amused to discover that I had been practising for her shoot with figs, gooseberries and teddy bears!

I was aiming with these to capture several different moods, making use of different looks and angles of available light. Here is a selection of each.

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If I was trying to create a series to run together I wouldn’t have experimented so much with different effects, but as these shots will all work for separate situations I felt free to work quite experimentally. With time, I would probably start to work a little more creatively with ideas, but as it was a first try we aimed to keep it fairly simple.

I wanted to enhance Rowan’s natural beauty but not create something unreal, so I have kept editing to a minimum. This was quite a challenge for a first attempt but I am quite pleased with the results and am excited to continue learning.

I have in my possession the most beautiful track of Rowan’s..but I am not allowed to share it yet..! As soon as she has it recorded officially though I will do, as her voice is a beauty to be heard..

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If you’ve been following my blog for a while now, you might remember this experiment. I was playing with light, shining objects in darkness and capturing them. I was mainly interested in the black and white ones, like this, but now I’m wondering if they work in colour too. In the black and white images, I added extra layers, but these are just as they were captured..I may work into them more..really you need to see these big, but this is as big as I seem to be able to fit them here.

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Bodied Blue

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This is work continuing on my exploration of shadows and light. I am completely mesmerised by the effects that can be created with both.

I am playing here with light on a wall, shining through objects and glass to create different effects. I was really excited to see how this one appears in the shape of a womans body, almost like an x-ray, and I think that the other shadows that fall bring more feminine lines.

I’m trying to find ways to create unusual images without too much post editing – I only accentuated the blue hues and deepened the blacks a little here, everything else was simply with experimentation of the objects, light direction, and different exposures.

I’m thinking of trying the same thing whilst recording with my super 8 camera..

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Memories of Freedom and Movement

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Do I really remember how this felt? Or is it just the photograph that’s reminding me?

I remember the earliest of mornings, in South Africa, before the heat hit. It was warm, even then, but cool enough to move. A dusty lane and this field of pale green. A hard few weeks behind us, we were searching for something. We couldn’t sleep, we woke, we walked.

I remember wanting the moment, but I’m not sure if I felt it, was aware. Somehow though, in this photograph, it is there, I can feel it.

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I remember, flying, on a bike, aged 10. Down the hill, round the corner, round and fast, thundering in gulps of air. Feet let go of pedals. Filling my lungs to the brim.

He said, riding behind me, laughing, “Are you enjoying it, Cath?!”

“YES!”

“YES I AM!”

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Sometimes that sense of freedom seems lost to me. As if there is a blanket lying over the sky. And I can’t see through. I can’t get beyond it. I feel chained in, a chain of this cloud. A small gap, unreachable. Heads seem bowed beneath, a crowd.

I turn to my memories..

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I remember finding something in this small room in the mountains. Switzerland. I remember the air, mostly. And old trains. A breeze of distant snow. But warm.

At the foot of the mountain, just outside of this window, a woman was bathing her baby in a small tin bath, outside, in the grass, in the sun.

I remember the quiet of it. The water against the tin.

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I remember flying over desert. Huge gorge like cracks in the earth, tiny signs of habitation, what looked like houses, scattered between in the vast space.

(I could tiptoe on this white line..)

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Sometimes it’s in an empty, straight road, in the night time.

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And still more come to me,

in the sound of grasses in the breeze..

Exhale. Fill again. Sweeping. Exhilerated.

Salty sea breaths, open spaces, horses. Running. Manes flying.

First fly on first motorbike. Green lanes. Speed blurred green. Freedom sweet and angry. Big boots, hot body of bike. Petrol cloud. Fuck You.

Corners. lanes, seashores, the moment on waves as they break, the hills at night. Kilve beach cliffs, over layers of unimaginable time and fossil.

Moon chasing. Singing loud. Rock and crying heart. Music and smoke. Smoke by the dashboard, driving. Dreams of beyond.

Train rides home..  From city to green and back again. Soundtrack in ears. Dusty breeze. Books and pencil scrawls. Lumpy case and inconvienient bike. Curled up in seat, feet tucked up. Rooftops pylons bridges Trees hills cows pylons rooftops Trees… Blurring.

Discovering the Hope Bay bus. Sweeping out from the city. Upper deck, books and notepads. Cold aluminium rail. Rocking left to right to left again. Rottingdean, Peacehaven, Seaford and down. All roads lead to the sea. Jumping out, hot ground, warm back. Running, open, grasses, horses, the cliffs, the sea! Sleep under stars. Sunstroke by the evening. Fully complete.

These things surround me, leaves in a storm..

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