Here is a self-portrait, based on an old photograph from long ago. I’m lost in the woods, like the lovers in A Midsummer Night’s Dream. The woods are sparkling, full of hope, while I’m receding into the gloom. (Print)
(Print). There’s something very powerful about a face blown up very large, very close up on a film screen. The scale and the closeness makes it extremely intimate. In life we don’t really see anyone that close except for lovers, or our children when they are infants.
I was messing around with old photographs again, trying to see the different effect if I zoomed in like a close-up shot using one portion of eyes and lips.
Then I fractured it, and that expresses my feeling at the time when this photograph was taken, long ago.
I found an old transparency, a photograph taken on a shoot in Paris a long time ago. It is one of a series but is a reject that had never been made into a print. Sometimes old photographs throw up strange emotions. My memory of this day is strange, not really very pleasant.
So I scanned it and altered it, adding digital paint and plenty of leaves to the hair. It did the trick. Now I’m really delighted when I look at it. Paint can change the past.
(Print, either on paper or Lightbox. Limited edition of 10)