Analog pt 1

Tree
Jaime
Mqabba

 

♦  5 years ago, I’d bring my camera everywhere. To school, movienight, going for a coffee, lunches, dinners, walks… Everywhere.

♦  I don’t do that anymore, why? Because I’m afraid of taking bad and mediocre photos. Why even bother taking a picture just for the sake of the moment if the light isn’t perfect, if the hair and clothes aren’t perfect and if there is a car or people in the background to ruin the composition or the feel in the photo.

♦  There was a year that I would still bring my camera out with me, but take less and less pictures because they wont turn out good anyway. So I stopped bringing my camera.

♦  Seeing my camera made me feel like “meh” and “umph”

♦  The few times I take photos I approve of, and actually bring them all the way into photoshop, you’ll see me tweaking it for hours, until I scrap it and think “meh, this photo will never become perfect”

♦  This is where analog photography comes in. I point, shoot on automatic mode, and take it to a shop to be developed. For a person like me this is frightening, not having a clue on how the picture will turn out, no possibilites to tweak, to make it a little more perfect, all of that is gone. And so what?

♦  This summer I’m challenging myself to loosen up. I’m trying to find that thing about photography I used to enjoy so much, and leave the performance anxiety behind.

Triplets

I am going to make an attempt at quoting, or rather paraphrasing maybe, it was never my strong side. Anyway, Picasso once apparently said something like this sometime: When drawing a body, a face or any other part of the human (or animal), don’t get frustrated trying to draw both sides the same. Because they are not, the human body is not symmetrical.

Thus, I made an experiment, which by no means is new or original, but this is my experiment, with my body, and with my results.

Symmetrical
Symmetrical
Symmetrical

Our rights, our wrongs

Inspired by the Japanese photographer Chino Otsuka, I took some of my old analog photos, that don’t really stand out on their own, and treated them with hot oil. Below is the result. I like how unpredictable the colors and bubbles on the surface turned out, yet how precisely I could steer the oil.

Fried
Fried
Fried
Fried
Fried
Fried
Fried
Fried
Fried

 

And despite all of the terrible things going on around us in the world these days, I am extraordinarily happy today, as our already big family became a little bigger today. 

Paint book

Remember a couple of months ago when I wrote about paint books? I showed some small pieces of what my book looked like back then, and boy, did it develop from that! Here you go, the finished piece, which is exhibited in our living room at the moment, for guests to pick up and look through, and even myself. Each page is filled with small compositions that can be looked at in so many different ways. The books helps me relax, and encourages me to fly away with imagination.

Paintbook
Paintbook
Paintbook
Paintbook
Paintbook
Paintbook
Paintbook

Doors pt.1

One of our big assignments at school this spring was to research the relationships and ratios between doors and windows. This was to be presented in large format photos, to preserve and document as much detail as possible. In their full size, these photos below are huge, as they are all built up and stitched together from 8-15 photos. This is to avoid distortion in the photos, and to be able to use them as references in architectural studies. The aim of this study was to understand what makes a good door, and compare how designers/architects/carpenters looked at doors through different style eras. And as I happened to spend almost a week in Finland during the semester, a natural approach for me was to compare the architecture in Finland and Malta. Below are some of my doors from Helsinki.

Helsinki

Helsinki

Helsinki