Friday, April 29, 2011

For a sunny day...

My favourite scene from Quicksilver.


Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Friendly Power

Scanner fuck-ups I made from inkjet prints, which separate the colours in gradients in a real trippy way.



Joel Tettamanti

I've been following photographer Joel Tettamanti for a couple of years, as he trawls the world for people and the structures they live in and make use of. My favourites are from his 3 series from towns in Greenland; the way the snow eats it's own route around the brightly coloured buildings; the landscape takes the structures hostage; stealing bits and rejecting others. The leftover shapes feel like a kit with which to build new things.

J. Bennett Fitts

Today Bobby showed me the pictures of another photographer, J. Bennett Fitts who lives and works in LA. These pictures are from his series No Lifeguard On Duty. I've loved abandoned swimming pools for as long as I can remember; there's something tragic about taking away the only thing they have to give; and a particular insult - to fill one in with grass. I like the ladder which never reaches the bottom, the rainwater and frogs who replace the paying guests and the fences once designed generously for privacy become places to hang aggressive 'no trespassing' notices.


Monday, April 4, 2011

Cave of Forgotten Dreams






1. Pictures of hands. Santian cave, Spain.
2. Stone tools.
3. Geometric symbols from Spain and dotted symbols from Niaux, France.
4. Countryside with hunting scene, made by bushmen.
5. Skull from Olduvai Gorge.

Last week, I saw Cave of Forgotten Dreams by Werner Herzog in 3D; a dreamscape story of the Chauvet cave, discovered in 1994 in Southern France by explorers looking for air vents in the rock. My favourite moment, an aging perfumer (presumably someone straight from Patrick Süskind's imagination...) is found lurking alongside a mossy embankment on the hillside, and explains he is using his specialist skills to discover new caves, but that right now, he can only smell the grass and trees. We wait with trepidation with each breath.

I've just been exploring my bookshelves for some images to go with it, and this is what I found.