I love "painterly" colour and also see strength in form and composition via black and white. If I have a "vision", it is about a "sense of place or personality" - what, where, when - in my best work.
I have used Nikon "for ever", and have been digital almost from the beginning. That said, I have rediscovered my Leica, especially for street and black & white. I also love the creative versatility and freedom of the iPhone, and some images here are Olympus 4/3 rds.
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I am working on a project to capture the amazing diversity of street life and art in Bath.
Bath is an old city, yet one steeped in today. It is a mix of sixties hippies, tourists and young people having fun. It is a city of the arts, of buskers of all kinds.
The “Living Statue” is a local favourite.
This weekend I got into conversation with our “Living Statue”. His name is Stevan Mortensen, and he’s originally from Ecuador.
Stevan used to live in Cardiff, but now he calls Bath home.
Stevan told me he is working on a “blue” idea, set up high, which will take a couple of months to get right.
It will complement his gold and white statues.
The ‘gold’ Stevan has a neat trick with water pouring from his “hands” into a cup and back again.
Can’t wait for the ‘blue’!
More pictures of the Bath street scene here
Jerri is a popular “fixture” on the Bath busking scene, with a unique combination of jazz style, musicianship and melodic crooning.
I was out yesterday with the M9, and asked Jerri if I could take his picture.
When I got back, I really liked the image. As usual, decided to process in black and white, with Silver Efex Pro.
Doesn’t this capture Jerri’s spirit better?
Even after all these years, I am always intrigued to see the “character strength” in black and white.
Find out more about Jerri at jerrihart.com
I, The Painter
I paint with the magic brush of a new vision
My work is such, as the world has never seen
I attempt to capture life’s meaning with solid colour
But really I can never crave fame nor loathe it
I simply paint those pictures that I see
There was rain everywhere. And it went from last Sunday to this day. The photographer knows that the light after the rain is the best … deepening colours, accentuating shadows, brightening the contrast. The technology always gets in the way, but the eye can still see. The photographer loves the rain.
Yet the artist can’t manage. It’s so fleeting and ephemeral, yet so persistent. A brush paints a stroke, and when it’s finished the moment has moved on. No instant. No instance. The rain stops the enjoyment, makes him focus on it and not getting wet, rather than celebrate the moment and capturing the view.
Rouen kept Monet busy for so long. He kept coming back to see the shades, the colours, the nuance of light. He helped found an entire genre of art. But did he ever catch the rain? No, he saw through it, ignored it, focused on the subject. The rain was an irritation, not an addition.
Everyone tried to ignore the rain.
Rain, rain, rain.
The wipers tried to control it all, and the tempers frayed. Cars moved along at frightening speed, no one thinking that the “two second rule” might actually be applied, never mind extended. But the rain ignored everything, and just did what it does best.
The town was full of people. It couldn’t have been locals, as the car park had no queue, and, after all, we all knew where to go. Restaurants pretended that the inside was sunny. Shops offered space for umbrellas, yet the supermarket struggled to deal with it all – where were the batteries, anyway? Everyone was trying to adapt. The locals nonchalantly ignored the tourists, and everyone ignored the rain. Or at least they tried to. Scarves got wet, hair got wet, everything got wet.
People were taking pictures of buskers with no tune. There was a very odd couple. One was a guitarist with a bluesey tone, probably in his thirties. And there was his partner who looked like he escaped from Hippie heaven, playing percussionist spoons. People walked past.
Even time seemed to shrug things off, as the rain continued.
The stalls showed their art, with much creativity hidden by the awnings protecting against the wetness. The market was replete with vinyl. How many carpets can you buy, and where did all those old hats come from? Victorian glasses, anyone? And every face, every feather, every coat suggested that Sergeant Pepper lived in Bath.
Yet the rain had no mercy.
It cared not for history. Beatles 50 year celebration? Maybe, as the boys did write a song called Rain.
When the Rain comes down.
Everything’s the same.
When the Rain comes down.
I can show you, I can show you.
Rain, I don’t mind.
Shine, the world looks fine.
Can you hear me, that when it rains and shines,
When it Rains and shines.
It’s just a state of mind?
When it rains and shines.
Can you hear me, can you hear me?
And then. It stopped. From one moment to another. Like someone turned a really big on-off switch. The rain evaporated to its home in the sky, where it belonged.
The sun won – and the crowd regained the advantage. Even the pampas grass decided it was time. Stand proud, stand tall. And stand for the moment. Embrace the sun and shake off the rain.
The artist was pleased. Now he could do something of interest. He could capture the light, capture people, imagine life, and show his true colours. The artist now had a chance, at least to create an impression.
The photographer, though? How many times can he use the same f-stop? Where’s the challenge in that? Nothing moves, the light is even, the image looks as it did a month ago, a year ago.
The photographer wants the challenge of the rain to start again. He wants to struggle, to perservere and to win.
“Life’s not about waiting for the storms to pass … It’s about learning to dance in the rain.“