On a more positive note I have acquired a new scanner (Well old scanner really) via Ebay. It is more portable so I might be able to experiment more, but I shall wait until I am on top of my assignment before I start experimenting with this further.
I also had a result from some emails I had sent a while ago and it looks like I might be able to get hold of some scented paper to print on. Unfortunately they only have lavender-scented in stock at the moment but fingers crossed they will get more of the unique scents in such at sweat, burnt toast and grass. Imagine looking at an image of green fields but also smelling the grass? Or any such image. I am thinking I could also explore the terrain of the image so it takes it beyond the flat image.
Reading through the interview between Sally Mann and Chinese photography magazine
I am struck by something Sally Mann says …
When I remember my childhood, I remember pictures of my childhood; I don’t remember actual moments. Photographs are really subversive in that way.
This is exactly how I see my childhood, I can visualise almost every photograph in my albums, occasionally I can replay snippets of a moment in my mind but mostly I see still images and remember the associated feeling that goes with it. Even memories of my own family are usually conjured as images in my mind with these occasional snippets. I even recall the images that were poorly taken and relegated to the outtakes box along with the negatives. I remember where and when and in the blurriest of images I even recall who and the story behind it. Sadly my images are now on discs or in ‘the cloud’ with chosen images printed for my wall. it makes me wonder if future generations will have the same memory response to images if they are not held in print? Will their memories be as ‘true’? With image manipulation and filters does this mean their memories will be tainted?
My cousin Rita, her and my Aunt came to visit, she had her first car a blue mini metro. My parents were in the middle of re-turfing the garden and building a new brick wall, the missing fence was our neighbours as my dad was giving them our old fence. I must have been around 11 and I think this was taken with my first camera, a Halina telewide 110. I remember really liking Rita’s dress which I recall had gold threads running through it.
So much memory from one blurry photo! But the most interesting thing is that although this photograph was discarded I still remembered it , I could visualise it, and I knew where to look to find it.
Whilst completing my line exercise I experimented with taking pictures of ‘people’, I usually omit people from my images . When I was trying to consider my personal voice I looked at what images I am draw to it, I love looking at a mixture of photographs but the ones that hold my attention are almost always of people, either as street scenes or portraits yet strangely other than family snaps I tend to take neither. I am quite shy so this concerns me however I decided to test it out and I was pleasantly surprised by how much I enjoyed it , The images that really stood out to me were the images I took of a homeless man, the shadow of the street light directs you towards him as he sits in a doorway, the smoke from his cigarette blending with his beard, and one of a young lad working at the market, the lighting or perhaps the boys colouring reminded me of Eggleston’s trolley boy image.
I hope to practise this style more and see where it takes me…