I've added a new gallery page for my part in an old Tumblr collaborative project, which alas in the new super-censor Tumblr era is now mostly lost: Naked Reading Day self portraits.
I've added a slightly different than usual gallery page, collecting many disparate examples of my early self portraiture. It shows rather nicely how my style has evolved, and the variety of experimentation I took on in my early photographic days. There's plenty of typical cliche of beginner self portraitists in there, but also so some really nice old work. Check it out :)
I have added a new gallery page for an old set of self portraits I shot some years ago, at the same location I did my more recent shoot with Renata.
I never managed to make the images work as a set before, but I have done a new edit now, including finding some shots I did not spot first tme around, and quite like the somber tone and odd morning light that ties them all together.
I've added a new gallery page for two related series, Flux and Multitude, a collection of abstract nudes exploring repetition and motion.
I have added a gallery of images form the first ever nude shoot I did with someone other than myself. Although I still feature, as I had only managed to find one model as of the time I shoot this two person series. In fact it was a pretty funny shoot because of that, with me setting up the shots and then dashing back into frame.
I shot this in the first year at uni, and it generated a good anecdote, as one of our technicians walked in on my setting up the shot, precariously balanced above the other model, us both naked of course, as I set the camera up on a stand directly above where we were shooting on the floor.
Anywho, you can see the full series on its own page, and I've also made these available as prints on Redbubble.
Today I decided to take some self portraits, just for the hell of it. Something I've not done for an age. I didn't have much of an idea going into it, I just went for a blown out background and played. Creating some curious versions of me. Like these (see the others, here):
Having isolated myself in such a plain background I found I couldn't resist playing with my image, and thus created something else. Perhaps a one off experiment, or maybe something to boil away at the back of my mind for future development; I quite like how organic, and inhuman it seems to be, which might link it to something else I've been planing for a while.
So I started right at the beginning with my first prize winning work in my last post. Let's skip ahead a few years. I think I was about sixteen when I first discovered nudism, which handily coincided with a unit of work in my school art classes about the human form. This gave me an outlet for my growing fascination with nudity; while we never had a nude life model in school, it gave me some sort of justification for "internet research" for images to base sketches on. I also used myself as a model for the first time then, taking photos to base a sculpture on. These were never artefacts in themselves to me, just studies on which to base that sculpture (which I may post about separately later; it remains one of my favourite pieces of work), and so I didn't even bother to keep them for future reference.
Once I got to uni I started to consider myself as a subject for photography, as an expression of my interest in nudity, and as an exercise in exploring myself. Until I had discovered nudism I was not confident about my body, and still continue to build upon social confidence. So photography then, and now, was a means of expressing and exploring myself, and developing that confidence. These were my first attempts at photographing my nude self:
As you can see, even having been a nudist a couple of years by then, I fell fowl of society's taboos and ideas of modesty. Not to worry though, I soon shook that off! I don't consider these significant as pieces in themselves; they are horribly cliched, and over post-produced. They do mark an event in my development as an artist though, the first step into the subject area that occupies my mind the most, and so from these ironically embryonic images, grew much more.
A couple of years ago I was asked to contribute an article, with accompanying images, to the inaugural issue of Ideas Magazine (as far as I know it only managed that one issue). The idea of Ideas was to focus on a loose concept, that could tie a variety of different articles together. This issue's subject was walls, in reference to the anniversary of the fall of the Berlin wall. I focused my article on clothing as a wall; it was basically a manifesto against the prudish anti-nudity attitudes of western society. The accompanying images presented me in five different set of clothing, ranging through the every day, specialised clothing for weather, work or activities, and me with no clothing at all; presenting it as an equal option.
The reason I posted about this now is that I just discovered Ideas Magazine is also online, so you can read it on issuu.com. My piece spans pages 30 and 31, or here's a screencap:
Unfortunately the editor was not the best communicator, and despite my creating this piece for them, and being very specific about how it should be presented, he ignored my specification.The nude image was supposed to be at the end, where it functioned as a full stop to the visual series; but was moved to the middle - Effectively hiding it in the print edition; as rather being on the edge and easy to spot when flicking through, it was neatly tucked away near the gutter. Clearly he hadn't read the text which so clearly complained against such prudishness!
I also gave them an image of a Lego wall, which you can see on the first page of the magazine, horrifically cropped! The full image is below. Although I see now I did a great job putting black Lego-man legs against a black Lego brick, so he vanishes into the wall!