Other Than Photography
I have recently discovered the work of Afton love and when I did it instantly struck a chord with me.
Her work reflects on our connections with the natural world and there is a truth beyond us, and that it is changing as much as we are. I really appreciate that she immerses herself into these landscapes and produces work in multiple disciplines, that can be intricate and labour intensive, yet when finally presented has a beautiful simplicity fills you with wonder.
With my work, I have always wanted to have some form of human elemet present, whether it be a person, an item of clothing... a building left to the elements etc, and want to convey similar ideas about how we connect and use our surrounds as a reflection of ourselves.
I'm intrigued by how people live their lives and what they leave behind after we have built up the world we want to live in, and a part of me has always wanted to dive deeper into the impact this has on the natural world and the effects it has on future generations.
This week was a little harder than I thought it would be but useful, mostly because I have been reflecting a lot on old work, on what/who I was inspired by and how I took that inspiration and used it to communicate within my own work.
I have noticed there has always been two layers to my work. One layer is inspired by artists such as Rauschenberg which ties into my desire to relay current happenings of the world around me, not just in a visual sense, but more as a reaction and a way to communicate a mood through texture colour and photo.
The second layer is the desire to create simpler images, that still reflects my point of view with the same depth I indent those layers to create. Collin Hughes and Emma Elizabeth Tillman have been my biggest inspiration lately.
Both, in my opinion, are connected to their surroundings and deliver intriguing, relatable and beautiful images that draw you in.
2017 was when I really started to think about moving in this direction and started to simplify my images. it has been harder at certain times, epically when the perfectionist in me has not been satisfied.