I try to keep this blog up to date but I am true to my 1980s roots as a slacker and have been slacking. I won’t bore you with the details, just a photograph that I’ve made instead.
The other day I was throwing things onto photo paper and exposing them with the bright light and it led me here
I’ve been working with found objects, things that interfere with the light and its contact with the paper. I have begun to clear my shelves of my sleeved photo paper given to me by a building mate years ago. I think he didn’t do much printing and would just buy a sleeve of this and a sleeve of that, and eventually had a stack of those 10 sheet sleeves with a few sheets in each one, which is kind of useless if you are making more than one print so he gave me the paper. I’ve used some of the grade 1 to make in camera portraits, the exposures were 45 seconds to a minute long because the paper isn’t very sensitive to quartz light, I gave a bunch away to a friend, and now I’ve started to make photograms with what’s left.
I keep finding myself back at the island, where I spent so much time a few years ago. It was a mysterious place that helped me through some rough spots. There were tidal ponds, life, and remnants of years gone by where life was only the whirring of machines.
The tidal pond looked like a jetty from above when I floated into the clouds. The sandbar protected the island, and the stones kept waves at arms length.
