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The Enticement of Language Imagery
When I was young, admittedly many years ago, imagination was still A Thing. As a child, and then a young adult, we were called upon to use our imagination in order to play, to learn, to visualise anything which didn’t seem clear to us at first glance. The exhortation to use your imagination was part of daily language usage, and mostly came from those people around me who, through perhaps no fault of their own, were unable to gift enough time to explain something, or suffered a lack of understanding themselves. As a child, of course, imagination was part and parcel of being a child. The cardboard box as a…
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Recording the Dark Side of Life
Life is not just one pleasure ride, there are ups and there are downs and the description, heard many years ago, that life is a rollercoaster still fits to this day. How we weather the individual events of our lives is impossible to regulate, and also to foresee. Events happen which we have not expected, which we could never anticipate, and with which we have no connection, and our lives are often changed by the actions of others. For anyone to claim they have their life under control is the equivalent of wearing blinkers which only allow us to see one direction, a form of tunnel vision of the mind.…
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Free Drinks and a Vague Promise
Stop Always Going to Openings: Openings have long been the laziest way to consume art in Berlin. Free entry, a drink, and the vague promise of seeing something – even though they’re often so crowded you barely see anything at all. It has been a few years since I last went to a Grand Opening, a Vernissage, or anything even close to the Premiere of something lauded in advance, or fashionable. Music, art, fashion, installations, whatever one cares to call them, they are the bane of many, but the life blood of those in need of a quick, free finger-food and drink fix and, above all, in need of being…
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Glancing Back at a Vanishing World.
It was reputedly Socrates who complained that the youth of his day were rude, uneducated and had no respect for their elders, although he was probably not the first to do so. The so-called youth of his times wanted change, more for themselves but without the responsibility, less stress and pressure to perform or succeed, and recognition of themselves as individuals. There is little difference today, with the up and coming generations moving for change to suit their own values and, as they see it, to fit better into a changing world. And they are not wrong, many of us were the same when we were young. The difference now…
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Criticism In Photography: A Reckoning
It is that time of year, and has been for over a month, when we look back over what has happened, in photography, on television, in politics, world-wide. A rash of programmes come out on the various visual media telling us what we should consider to be the great, the moving, the memorable from the previous twelve months, attempting to shape our minds and influence our memories. Amidst all the bright fanfares and commercial shouting, a few smaller entities voice their opinions, often about the work of others, sometimes with a critical eye on their own production. Rather than letting myself be influenced by those many critics who have opinions…
