Square Eyes

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Following on from yesterday's post, I just want to offer the image above of Jackie - the armless dress-shop mannequin who has has been part of our household for many years now, and who currently resides in a corner of the studio. This image was made on a hot evening earlier this summer. I would say that the natural thing would be to try and pin some sort of narrative on this image - its purpose is after all unclear, except from a purely graphic design perspective [which implies its own narrative].

As to the structure of the thing, as I've said before, I have long loved the square format and close-cropping - not just homing in on a subject but abstracting out of the world a flatter geometry that simultaneously, paradoxically implies physical or spiritual depth; graphic statement and expression in one. I guess that my painterly influences and antecedents - the Abstract Expressionists: particularly Robert Rauschenberg - surface to an extent. Chuck in some great photographers like Bill Brandt, Minor White, Ralph Gibson, and my eye's influences are laid bare.

A shout out to another square-eyed photographer: my old mate Phil Edwards, who has been posting on the 'net for as long as I can remember. He currently uses Instagram, having moved from Flickr a while ago. Check out his highly graphic and stylish street-photography here.


Comments

  1. Phil.3 October 2021 at 17:45

    Kel,

    Thanks for the shoutout.

    See you next week.

    Phil.

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  2. sideways3 October 2021 at 20:56

    Your more than welcome - see you soon, our kid!

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