Photography

Why street photography...

I picked up photography because I was fed up with drawing at the time. I just didn't want to sit at a desk, didn't want to tease out a likeness, didn't want to... I don't know. Just didn't want to draw for a while. So I bought a camera and I hit the streets.

 Street photography. Shy and tentative at first. I had bought a huge big lens that could zoom so I didn't have to approach people. "Real" street photographers look down upon huge big zoom-lenses. They seem to have these rules and aesthetic that I don't understand. I like zoom-lenses. I like the cinematographic feel of a shallow depth of field. And I like it when people don't see me taking their picture.

Antwerp, November 2016

Antwerp, November 2016

 But of course, sometimes, they do.

Antwerp, November 2016

Antwerp, November 2016

 And when they do, sometimes they smile. And it's no big deal and they make a joke and all is good. 

Antwerp, October 2017

Antwerp, October 2017

 And sometimes they start to argue. 

They say it is impolite to take their picture without asking first and I explain to them that when I ask them first they will start to pose and smile and I don't want that. I just want to have them go about their business.

I want a picture of how they really are, doing their thing. Sometimes they don't buy that. I usually offer to erase the picture I just took, but for some reason none of them really made me do that. 

I had some of them even claiming it is illegal to take their picture without asking. They might be right. 

Antwerp October 2017

Antwerp October 2017

But sometimes you have to do illegal things to catch beauty in the act. 

Antwerp, December 2016

Antwerp, December 2016

Because those are the things that matter...

The accidental water colour portrait.

My water colour skills suddenly sky rocket when I try to print a photograph of my godfather but feed glossy paper wrong side up into the printer...

Scary, huh...?

Scary, huh...?

Unfortunately, it doesn't last. The ink doesn't adhere to the surface. That's what makes it look so great, but it's also what makes this technique self destructive. 

I'm pretty sure there is an analogy to life-in-general somewhere in there...

 

(Oh, also: don't try this at home! It messes up your printer. The ink gets stuck everywhere inside and leaves marks on the next prints you'll make. Don't say I haven't warned you.... )

Beginnings...

I'm trying to take a picture of my studio to put on this site. It's not working. None of the images satisfy me. Not sure why....

I take a break and read. Then suddenly it dawns on me. I realize why it's impossible to get a good picture of the studio. Because this place, it isn't a studio. Yet. There has not been any work done here. There is just some junk on the desk. Pencils and tubes of paint and stuff. Half of them are staged; I've put them there for the picture. (I'm not saying you should never stage anything for a picture, but in this case.... nah. It's just not working.)

I still need a picture for the site, tho'...

...

We're an hour and a half later (that's what the "..." are for) and I've got a picture. A close-up of some pencils lying around. If the studio isn't really a studio yet, at least it is the sketch of a studio.

The pencils also made me think of a line from Frank Ze's "An Invocation for Beginners":

"There is no need to sharpen my pencils anymore. My pencils are sharp enough. Even the dull ones will make a mark."

Very appropriate.

I know the picture isn't the greatest idea in the world. Some pencils for an art-blog? Really? But at least now there is a picture. I think it looks fine, for now. I'm pretty sure it will get changed quite soon. But for today, this is the mark I make.

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Now: Let's start this shit up!