Saturday 23 May 2009

Zebra

Zebra zebra zebra zebra zebraaa... was experimenting with images of cables, and ended up with the following....

Friday 22 May 2009

Choking on your Fumes

Another picture experimenting with texture

Using the same methods I used for the graffiti legs as I call them, I have then layered loads and loads and loads of different photos I have to create different textures. I still do not have a main focus for a lot of them so I have slotted in some random pictures just to see the general effect.

The track

It's been a while since I have written in here, so it is about time I updated it with what I have been upto I guess.

Paul has been a god send, mainly because I get so frustrated with photoshop that i want to hurl my laptop across the room, which would be bad...

I can't steal credit for the idea of these as it was le paul. However it set a long chain in motion.

Friday 24 April 2009

the battle continues

So I have done a few experiments with photoshop and layering photo's over one another, I am going to try the same images with acetate and then figure out which images I prefer.

Then I am going to finally get people to photograph and go from there which means better quality and better image, more control over what I get and so on and so forth.

Really excited about it.

Just because I loved it....

I was having a moment of self-loathing on the tube yesterday as I recalled a particularly drunken misadventure and without meaning to I groaned and hit myself in the head a few times with my book, saying: “Idiot, idiot, idiot.” Everyone on the tube turned and starred. I realised that must be what it’s like to be mad. The voice in your head becomes so overwhelming that it requires action.

I was thinking about insanity after a 30-year-old lady came into A&E last week covered from head to toe in her own shit. She was clearly psychotic. We had to sedate her to clean her up because every time we tried to wipe any of it away she would flail and scream, agonised. She was very attached to it. Still a little stinky, she was inconsolable about no longer being covered in her own feces in the examination. Eventually, we learnt what had happened. Her husband had died six weeks previously launching her into a psychotic episode where the voices in her head convinced her that her husband was not dead but inside of her. She desperately tried not to shit, becoming toxically constipated, but eventually her bowels would explode in protest, so she would scoop it up and smear it over her body trying to preserve every last pellet of her husband. It was utterly tragic and part of me wished that we had scraped her shit into a little jar to take home with her. - DR MONA MOORE

http://www.viceland.com/wp/2009/04/bollocks-to-the-hippocratic-oath-hearing-voices/

more experiments

here are some more experiments, emphasis on experiments

Thursday 23 April 2009

acetate vs photoshop

So here are loads of photoshop layering options. Acetate kicks photoshops arse.

old shots

I got realllly bored, so I edited some old photos that we took and directed for our club night. Mainly to see the different shapes bodies can make so I can figure out what kind of poses I want to photograph. Test shots if you will... old ones, all cropped to emphasize legs mainly.

Wednesday 22 April 2009

name that part

Just trying stuff out, not really sure if it works, but I like a few of them. I want to try and perfect the idea of capturing a picture of someone spinning on all sides in one photo. I need to actually have someone other than myself to try this stuff on it would make the actual photography a hell of a lot easier. Well anywhere, thats experimentation 1.

acetate

I did some work with acetate, the pieces I think work quite well... if I hadn't used the wrong acetate. Ha, bad times.

But I actually got some things out of it that I really liked, love flukes. they're brilliant. So the top two photos have simply been layered over each other.

I am trying to figure out whether there is more feeling and texture to work that is literally layered with acetate or whether photoshop layers work equally as well. I am very dubious. I think acetate is Gods gift to layering photographs. So here are some crap quality photos.

The images of the legs, I went over them with my finger to smudge them to see what would happen. I really like the affect it has created. I like the idea behind it too,

Digitally taken, manually edited, digitally printed.

I'm going to try that one again, whether it will work with inkjet acetate is another question. I may need to keep using laserjet and then photographing it afterwards. I am intrigued!

fingerprints

What is it about fingerprints and hands that makes them so personal? Other than the fact that they are unique to us? What is it about hands? Is it what they can do or how they make someone feel? Or is it how they feel and look themselves? Anyway I photocopied my hands a few times just to be able to print it out and figure out exactly what it is about them that I love and whether I want them to feature prominently in my work.

Fingerprints

by Lheiyrah

I dream your hands on paper
and blackest need
on purest white
while violent slashes
of desire are softened
smudged by the edge of your palm

Fingerprints appear
like bruises on the page
as I watch your hand
move over my name

I wake to your name
in my mouth
and sweetest longing
on the loneliest tongue
while I move through the passage
of these longest days
bruised and grieving
and crazed enough
to sleep with your letters
to pray for dreams of your hands
to lick the backs of
stamps and flaps of envelopes
desperate for
a taste of you

http://www.netpoets.com/poems/love/1416002.htm

leeds

It is strange how liberated I feel right now. I got really irritated yesterday because I was reading through old work e-mails and e-mails from old boyfriends. God i do not miss them, I just felt sick. So I went on a bit of a rampage and deleted everything in my facebook inbox, which is actually a lot and deleted all my e-mail accounts apart from my job one, and just created new ones.

I feel like I have just shed a few stone.

Doesn't stop me being sad though. I cry myself to sleep still, although it is getting rarer. Not because I hate my life right now, but because I miss parts of my old one.

Apart from the obvious, everytime I think about that I feel sick and can feel anxiety spilling over my body.

I do like my life now, there are so many great things about it, but because I have so much time, I mourn my old one too much.

Body Remember

Body, remember not only how much you were loved,

not only the beds on which you lay,

but also those desires for you
that glowed plainly in the eyes,
and trembled in the voice—and some
chance obstacle made futile.
Now that all of them belong to the past,
it almost seems as if you had yielded
to those desires—how they glowed,
remember, in the eyes gazing at you;
how they trembled in the voice, for you, remember, body.

Constantine Cavafy (1863-1933)

Tuesday 21 April 2009

more tests and experiments with dirt

Cheap & Grimey

Decided to cheapen things up, make them dirty, grimey, less pixels, more blurr.

Like your looking at everyone with a bad hangover and a needle hanging out of your arm, or something to that affect anyway. So my new focus is people, skin, curves, but in a bit of a dirty way, literally.

Attempting to portray how we have cheapened ourselves with time as society progresses sexually. Portraying the 'walk of shame' amongst other things. I will elaborate more as the process becomes more apparent to myself. I have done a few rough drafts to see what happens..