TiENphotography™ 2012
E.P. Cover for Alex McCrea
TiENphotography™ 2012
image taken in a mirror, then mirrored again. no one knew wtf was going on by this point anyway.
TiENphotography™ 2012
H.Y.K
This guy is 100 years old, still a practising medical consultant. He was a japanese prisoner of war during ww2. What a dawg.
TiENphotography™ 2012
Had a bit of a hiatus recently with the whole work-thing. Been recharging my batteries, then draining them through nights fuelled by a cocktail of things. Anyway I’m still slowly tinkering away on the mass of photos I came home with. This is one strand of something that now looks very boring to me. I might take it down again soon once I have something better to show you.
TiENphotography™ 2012
‘You gotta hold on to it, not too hard; there’s no need to force anything, it all flies like it should. Strange and beautiful happenings, funny little coincidences and serendipitus twists of fortunate fate are there to be enjoyed as they come, but also to be let go. There’s a little William Blake quote i have floating around quite often, and i’m sure he puts it better than i ever could;
‘He who bends himself to a Joy,
Doth the wingéd life destroy,
But he who kisses Joy as it flies
Lives in Eternity’s Sunrise”Jordan Prior
TiENphotography™ 2012
Secondary blog i got going showcasing my latest project. Once I get a proper body of work from it, or if/when I get a narrative emerging it’ll become a book. The plan is to have a new photo and paragraph each day. Here’s todays. rice n peas x
Day Whatever
Todays entry of what I guess has become a diary I’ve started while working on this current project. Forgive me if it sounds pretentious.
‘Fourth or fifth day or fragmented utterings swaying towards spiritual wankery, all spoken in complete ernest. Jordan has a new regime which includes meditation. Feeling like it would be churlish and false to take photos of that so left him to it.
Uni life coming close to being suspended for a month, as we wind down there are lots of improvised meals in an attempt to clear the cupboards. Feels like a metaphor of some kind.
Plans today to revisit the site of past experiences are in the works, put on hold while I sit with a beer and a sunday paper, quietly dwelling on insular thoughts of what has led me to this point. Dancing in the rain is better than hunkering down waiting for the storm to pass.’
