Stitched eyes see nothing
No heart to feel others’ pain
Dark soul of fake man
Could also apply to Trump!
Van Gogh portrait machine
Portraits one pound
One ear removal two pounds
It will be painful
Graceless
Ghosts of elegance
Phony past throws harsh shadows
Graceless replacement
Spurn Point
Tidal waves mark time
Ocean Consumes evidence
Gulls’ mocking laughter
As some of my haikus are a not so self-explanatory, I thought it might be helpful if I explain the rational behind one of the more obscure ones…
Documentary photography is about recording evidence. The frame in this image is intended for tourists to frame their own image, it’s akin to saying I was here. The place is Spurn Point, a spit, which one day will probably be consumed by the sea. So, the tide waits until it can consume the spit. Meanwhile, the gulls laugh mockingly at the futility of it all.
All of my shadow images employ a concept of phenomenography. The photographer’s very presence and personal perspective will inevitably distort ‘reality’. Photography itself is a construct. The stuff in the photograph will never exist twice in exactly the same way – the world has moved on. The viewer of a photograph, who exists in an entirely separate reality, will fabricate yet another perspective of their own. Photography almost never offers a universaly objective answer.
Similarly, shadows in the landscape are in constant motion and never the same twice. The moment-in-time captured in camera is a human intervention. Photographing your own shadow is evidence that something ‘once’ existed, tagging the landscape, saying “I was part of this”…
Promised Land
Will of the people
Blue passport of promised land
Citizens sold lies
Erasure
Hiding in plain sight
Desire’s internal struggle
Erasure’s disguise
Wisdom
Nature’s endowment
Intelligence, knowledge, truth
Wisdom remains scarce
Coal dust to dust
Earth’s riches squandered
Knowledge grows, wisdom decays
Sands of time expire
Bank-sea
Bank sea, water’s edge
In winter’s depth, summer soon
Neptune’s bounty pledged
Paradise Lost
Lewd promises sold
Summer’s kiss, memories old
Hope’s echo remains
