Theme - People, their lives, interactions and activity shot in a natural and un posed
way.
Artist’s Comments -“I love street photography and capturing a location completely
devote of posing and as natural as possible, when people are un aware is when they’re
most fascinating. I hold my hands up it’s a very nosey art form but it’s fascinating
putting your own spin on what’s happening. The trick is to capture people unaware
because as soon as anyone sees a camera pointed near them they lock up, forming a
block onto that privileged view and hiding that glimpse into their lives, their
character, the inter actions and the feel of that place in time.”
Title - ‘Homeless?’
Artist’s Comments -“His waiting busk is nervously mocking the badly fitting suit,
while city shoes without polish argue with lights reflection from the sky. His only
company is isolated objects where all too quickly he finds friendship in their cold
unforgiving steal.”
Title - ‘Old Hunter’
Artist’s Comments -“I pity them! Sitting naked to the world, no feathered modesty
just curling from the heat. As mouths walk by and plates wait hungrily. No challenge
or hunt, be gone their pride for I protect them gently, to the last, where sadly
you can still feel whispers of their soul reside.”
Title - ‘No snarl or snap’
Artist’s Comments -“By accident I caught your snarl and I feel I shouldn’t be here
but my nosey nature is stronger and cannot help wonders why? Why that snarl and snap
for a tiny split second? I’ll have to never know! Was it a husband’s lover you met
that day? A sister or friend lost by yourself? Or maybe a twist in your character
to undo one day, frustration seems here, or just an imbalanced harmony. I’ll never
know, but in my heart I just hope, that a facial expression simply lost his way.”
Title - ‘Portable Home.’
Artist’s Comments -“You close the door building your temporary home to buy time
back into your personal world. For coins drop life into personal space making it
so publicly private. Where eyes lose focus into that cold buttoned steal like a car
full of rage who silently screams. You’ve shouted out past frustration to now just
listen with hope, but your heart holds pessimism for sorrow to grow.”
Title - ‘Heading Home’
Artist’s Comments -“A cold desert, he batters our coats trying to mug and fight
us for heat. He’s desperate he is for us to be as lonely and cold as him! But our
daily dialects entertain his pity, he tries to drive us to sorrow like him. But we
visit more than most, knowing we are your only friends. Unlike the wind and wet we
still have our home, what’s more we have love waiting as the true warmth, but you
won’t let people in to show. But jealous grey day you’re far too scared, so all we
can do is leave his sorrow to him.”
