Sportsmen talk about finding their form, and I think I've hit a certain groove recently: I find that I keep hitting boundaries. Here are a couple from this week -- I'll leave it to the umpires to decide whether they're fours or sixes.
If you've been following this blog for a while, you'll recognise how this recent work builds on elements in the "university windows" theme that ended up as the Curriculum book. I think of it as "trees and facades" and already have enough fours and sixes to start considering it as a new sequence. The problem, as ever, will be knowing when to stop...
Usually, there comes a point when I'm simply repeating and refining what I already have; the thrill has gone but the compulsion to go on has not. In life, continuing beyond this point is a necessary virtue, in art it's not...
Photo 1 -
ReplyDelete2 has a touch of the dead grass against the snow.
Gavin
Gavin,
ReplyDeleteEh? Am I missing the point, or has something gone missing here?
Sorry if I'm being obtuse.
Mike
Sorry
ReplyDeleteIt's the silhouette of the tree against the white background
When I first got my DSLR we had a snow fall and I took far too many dead vegetation against snow photographs - and then seemed to see them everywhere.
Michael Kenna is fond of them for example.
It's purely personal
I like the "line ups" in photo one and the colours of reflections.
Gavin
Gavin,
ReplyDeleteThink I've got you now -- the master of such shots is, of course, Harry Callahan (no, not "Dirty Harry" Callahan), a photographer who is not so much mentioned these days, but always repays study.
Mike