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Tuesday, 7 December 2010

C O L O U R B L I N D (l i t b l i n d u r)

Colourblind is a micro-study of colour. It is a project occupied with a lovely idosyncracy of life, that less is more. Much more so in Iceland, where there is a lot less.

Colour that is. Vast, forbidding stretches of rock and earth however. Great unfathomable recesses of ice and shale? There are lots of these. A landscape quite foreign to a human touch so that the eventual pockets of civilisation appear with luscious fingerprints of colour.

This project unearths a tiny, brilliant spectrum of activity that levels a balance to Iceland's volcanic landscape. The fruits of a hard earned optimism by Iceland's people. These photographs are miniture monuments of cheeriness and a glorious two fingers to a howling wilderness of semi-darkness. 

These prints are currently on display in the worldly hub of unhurryment, Rocket Cafe, for sale and for pleasure. If you suffer from blindness or chronic fatigue with photography, you could try the coffee. Its worth the trip in itself.
This project was shot during July on my travels in Iceland on colour film - the chronic chromatic kind. I simply couldn't be more pleased.

Photography by eoin carey

Thursday, 2 December 2010

Just outside my window

I haven't done this in a while, had a day off. Nah, but all the last few weeks' posts have been work, work. And why not? We're all working and we're all doing our darndest. But work and play have started drawing lines and with work the camera comes out so with play the camera stays in the bag (by the radiator). I'd never get anything done if I kept taking photos, and worse again, I would never appreciate them for their own precious peculiarities.

So you'll know what I'm about to celebrate then? The snow.

It has been down a few days and it had a truly breathtaking arrival, but the only thing it is taking now is its toll, on an unprepared Britain. And everyone's grumbling. And why not? Snow is the boxjellyfish of the elements. Its so beautiful to behold but it is so surely lethal. It hardly takes a day to realise it. It can strangle an infrastructure in a night and put an unprepared civilisation on the brink. If it is to be enjoyed it must be tamed, and that is no mean feat. But this is a challenge for a greater mind. Instead, I am all for the enjoyment and the danger. Leaning wide eyed and hypnotized into the jellyfish nest, chewing at its tentacles and wearing it as a hat, ready to wander up to my waist and have some fun.

The power of the snow for me is it's deception. It transforms your back garden into an unrecognisable alpine pasture and your town into a majestic ch√Ęteau resort. Where grey skies mean only rain in Ireland, It is so foreign to me that I just cannot keep down the excitement when I step outside into the morning. Everywhere becomes empty and silent in a powdery drift and I'm filled with gladness - shrieking with wonder through my scarf and hat. Everything slows down to the steady pace of icy boots on the creaking ground. Shoulders hunched up, looking out at strange scenes. The landscape changes so much that there are no boundaries. You discover minutes too late that you've wandered through someone's garden. A new hill turns out to be a car. Abandoned artefacts and traces of passers long gone gently white brushed away.

I'm so thankful of the camera. Without it I would stay my course and keep the head down. But it challenges me to set off and explore, to make that single three foot trench that stretches off into the distance. To see what wilderness a modern city can become, chuckling like a kid from inside my hood.

Thanks fellas.