Tackling unchartered territory: A loose guide to street photography

 

For the past three months, I’ve had the opportunity of travelling to Morocco, Turkey and Cuba. Despite teaching English online for the first two months, I was able to use my free time in a way that allowed me to reactivate my creativity again, and the feeling was pretty magical. However, tackling unchartered territory can be daunting at times. I’ve put together a few tips that I’ve picked up over the years.




  1. Keeping rhythm: It seems strange to use this word in connection with street photography, but I feel that the streets clearly have a pace, and in order to keep up with that, you have to first understand it. Create a loose timetable in your head of moments when the streets become full or empty, pay attention to your internal creative compass too by following your instincts.

  2. Equipment: Keep it simple. I don’t think the camera matters as much as people think. I’ve been using my trusty Sony A5000 and slightly battered 18-200mm lens for the last few years. But having at least 4 fully charged batteries and an empty SD card in your pocket is a must as you never know what you’re going to stumble upon. I also avoid visible camera bags and keep the camera in my hand at all times.

  3. When in doubt: Chase the light! When my luck runs dry and I find myself wandering aimlessly, I play a game of hide and seek with the sun. It may not always be present, but pay attention to it when it appears. Seemingly banal things can appear as objects of wonder when kissed with sunlight.

  4. Don’t be scared of the dark: I normally shoot in daylight, and not just for the obvious reasons. It’s also more forgiving when it comes to fiddling around with manual settings. However, if the opportunity arises to walk the streets with your camera at night, take it. The daily blackouts in Cuba forced me to use my faint knowledge of ISO to catch passing cars in the pitch black. The outcome was surprisingly satisfying.

  5. Keep your own battery charged: Stay hydrated! It can be easy for me to lose track of time when I’m on the streets with my camera. I never used to think of photography as an act of endurance, but if the heat is pounding down on you, and you’re walking around all day, it’s important to take regular breaks. I like to use this time to take a peek at what I’ve got so far, and take a mental note of anything that’s working. Sometimes this even leads me to revisit a particular spot in different light.

  6. Turn on the charm: smile. As I’ve mentioned in previous blog posts, I rarely stop and ask people to take their photo. Call me a wimp, but sometimes when I’m feeling fragile, I like to take my position from a distance, and pick out my subjects from afar. On my bolder days, I switch to my smaller lens and get close. For this, I wear my biggest smile (it’s real, I promise) and use this to navigate my way through passing faces. It takes the attention away from the camera which is what you want. I’m lucky that my camera allows me to look down onto a screen and shoot what I see, so I avoid the person-in-your-face-with-a-camera moment.

  7. Forget the foreground: think background. Finding neutral blank space in a chaotic environment can be tricky but it can act as your own mini pop-up studio. If you’re lucky enough to find a good background across from a cafe, sit back and enjoy the show! Keep your finger glued to the shutter but be ruthless in your selection process - a good background doesn’t always mean a good photo.

  8. The place beyond the face: Of course the street has more to offer than portraits of unknown people passing by. Buildings remain still, reflective surfaces offer alternate realities and pretty much any inanimate object can take on a new life under the examination of your lens. I like to use these moments to slow down the pace and investigate what caused me to stop, even for a split second.

    What are your approaches to street photography? Leave a comment below!

 

Wearing the cloak of invisibility

After shooting Fiestas del Pilar back in October, I didn’t think any other celebrations could top the swarms of people gathered in elaborate costumes, parading the streets with the last of the summer sun still beaming down - but I think it’s safe to say my experience of Semana Santa topped it!

As well as self and fine art portraits, I have been taking photos on the streets since the age of 15, and these past 9 years I have remained very much attracted to the adrenaline rush it seems to give me… (despite my paranoias of getting caught - because no, I never ask.)
Last week, It was as if I was hiding behind my own ‘Capriote’ managing to achieve a state of some-what invisibility that normal day to day street photography doesn’t allow me. (or at least, I make it that way for myself…)

As far as my own faith goes, I am an atheist with self awareness as my only ‘leader’ so shooting a week of highly charged-religious marches as ‘penances’ was interesting…I saw images unfolding before me in a totally objective state.
A sense of timelessness has been always been vital to my work and normally I find myself searching hard for moments with scenes devoid of direct references to 2019. The Semana Santa week, however presented me with continual time-travel portals, so I worked hard not to miss them.

Anyway, I thought I would share some of the many photos I shot last week…

Bottom goes on a journey


In light of the canvas works I have recently added to my shop, I thought I would share a short video from a painting made in 2014. In this year, I was particularly consumed by the concept of making art more public, and finding ways to view painting away from the white wall, even in fleeting moments such as this.

The idea was to simply walk outside with the painting, which led on to placing it in various situations within an urban context. The title of the painting ‘Bottom’ is referencing the character of Shakespeare’s Midnight Summers Dream, who provided a light-hearted comic relief to the play.

I like to imagine that here I play the role for myself, and can relieve some of my own agitations of creating and sharing work through the gesture of walking in public spaces with it.

This act also highlighted my own curiosities of surrounding chance. There was a small possibility of it being taken, or perhaps damaged, or starting up a conversation with a stranger!
Perhaps in future I’ll take all of my paintings for a walk (off the lead)!

Bottom is now for sale in my shop.

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Word up! Poems to be red allowed

 
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Back in 2016, over a period of a few weeks I was somewhat taken over entirely by the compulsion to make rhyming couplets…strange, I know. It was during a bit of a rough time for me, and it became a new kind of logic for me to express myself without images.

Some of them became like ways of describing the processes of generating imagery, while others loosely attach themselves to ideas of philosophy and self awareness, while keeping it a bit crude and rude.
I see them also as a device to slow down the pace of reading and looking in general. Through the use of deliberate miss spellings and opposing word meanings I encourage the reader to read aloud, quite similar to the moment of announcing a christmas cracker joke…


A THIRST FOR FIRST PAGE,
THIS MITE GHETTO BIT KNEW AGE,
LIKE CUMIN NOUT A CAVE, WEARIN
BISCUIT-BEIGE.
(But wier on the same page.)
SOW CUM MON NAN HAND DULL MY GAZE,
AND FLICK THREW THE PAGE, AS YOU ENTER THE MAZE.
WATCH ME DROOL ANOTHER FACE, SAME ICE, DIFFERENT PLAICE.


PROVIDE A ROOM,FOOL LOFT IN TENT-SHUN,
LEAF QUICK BE FOUR THEY-YALL PAY ATTENTION-
TO MAKE ZEN SOFT YOUR FLAYED-INVENTION.
DON’T MENTION, THE TENSION-COS WHOSE EVEN
THINKING ABOUT PAYIN-NIN TO THEIR PENSION?


WALL KING ON BEAR FEET,
YOU MITE THINK, “SO DISC/ CRETE”
LIKE CAN EYE-LAND OFF THE GREEK
FOUR THE MILD AND THE MEEK.
WUSS ONLY LASS WEEK, KIT BRUSHED
ON YOUR CHEEK,
LEFT A BREWS FOR SOME KNOOSE
AND NOW YOU CAN’T SPEAK.

THE PHASE ZIT FORMS SEW QUICKLY,
AND SLICKLY,
YOU-ALL-MOST-MISSED-DUH-TRIXIE,
MOVES YOU LIKE A PICK-SEA.

WHEN I PIG UP THE PEN-KNAW
BRUSH IF YOU MUST,
EYE STAR 0VAL-AGAIN NAN, AGAIN-
UNTIL THE FINGERS HAVE BLED,
ALL-LOVER THE BED-
CAN’T DISS
-STILL BLEW FROM READ-
BUT TIME STILL IN MY HEAD.


LAUGHING AT MY TRAGEDIES,
TURNING THEM INTO ALLERGIES,
OR FINE-FAN-SEAS-
LIKE SPECK-TICKLES, INFLECT RIPPLES,
AND EXPECT APPLAUSE,
WHEN YOU’VE GONE FOR PAUSE.
COS IF YOU CAN FIND HUMOUR IN LIFES TUMOUR,
THEN THE QUICKER DISAPPEARS THE RUMOUR,
OF THE CONSUMER, WHO-
FELL IN LOVE WITH THEIR HOOVER!



OBJECTS ALL AROUND YOU,
NOTHING GETS-SHOE, FEELIN
PROFOUND, SO YOU DO A NUTHER ROUND TRIP-
CLICK BACK AND TWIST YOUR
RIGHT HIP, FOR A QUICK FIX,
AND SOME CRUEL LICKS, SO
WIND-DOWN YOUR LIP-STICK,
SINK THE PINK SICK,
AND WATCH MY RIFF, MICK.


SO BESPOKE, THIS YOUNG ARTY-CHOKE,
A FINE LITTER FOLK, GOLDEN-YELL
LOW AS EGG YOLK!
OH, WEIGHT NO! IT SHOULD BE GREEN,
FOR AS FAR AS I CAN SCREAM-
THERE IS LIGHT HERE STILL TO BEAM,
GLEAM! YOUR BURSTING AT THE SEAM,
SALTY AS SEA BREAM, GOING IN-FOR-THE-LEAN..

COOL LAND THE TRENDIES,
WITH THERE GAB-BAN-NANAS AND FENDIES-
SO FAR OUT THEY CAN’T EVEN LEND THEE
A CUPPA COUGH
FEE OR A FEW PEN-KNEES


IN TEN CITY LAND, THERE ATE
KNOW PIT-TEA TO BE HAD
HOT TIERS, SAND
CHAI-DISH FEARS.
SIS, SAW YULE SEE FOR YEARS.


IN AMONGST, THE INNER MONKS,
THEIR LIES PEAS-FOOL HIDDEN
SIR.PRICE, AND UNTIL EWE
REAL-EYES THE VOWL-YOU OF THE LIFE LONG
LICE, EWE CAN NEVER
REAP PLY UNDER THE
WATCH FOOL EYE, OF A PASSER- BYE.


EYE YAM MALONE, AND EWE ART TOO,
SEW LET SNOT GET MONADICK-COOL-
OR RAD-DICK-COOL-
AT THE FACT WIER HEAR,
WITHER BURNIN EAR,
BLOOD, D –NOSE AND RED SMEAR.


ON BEAN A VEER-COOL:

ITS UNI-VERSE-SOUL—SO REEL-LATE-A-BULL. WHEEL WASH SHOWER CAR, SOME TAKE IT A BIT FAR, BUT ITS OWNLY A SHELL, GETS SOLD ON AND HAS A SMELL.


LIE-FAD-VICE:
BE BOLD, BEE GOLD,
AND DO ASS YOUR
TOLD, DONUT WAIT TO
GET OLD, OR FOUR THE SHEET
TO UNFOLD.


PRO-NOUN –SEE-ATION IS VITAL, IF YOUR COMIN TO THIS RECITAL,
SIT ON THE HIGH STOOL, AND GET HIGH FOOL, FROM A DRIP-BULL OF MY LIFE
DROOL.
IF FEW GET FRY-TEND THEN EYE MITE JUS,
BENDER LITTER CLOSER THAN IM SUPPOSED-TUH.


NAME A WORD THAT CAN BE HERD,
SPOT THE PATTERN AND THEN FLAT-
TURN THE LODGE-JICK OF THE NERD,
THAT LICKS THE LEMON CURD,
PRODUCES GOAL-DEN TURN-
AND TOUCH-CHESS ALL OBSURD!








here’s a similar example of one I made much earlier..not much has changed!

here’s a similar example of one I made much earlier..not much has changed!

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Drawing on muscle memory

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I’ve always used the words ‘muscle memory’ to quickly answer the question of ‘How did you do that?’
Perhaps a bit ambiguous, but it’s an answer that makes sense for me. I started using drawing/painting seriously in my practice during the second year of my degree. I had been itching to express ideas extended beyond what my camera could do, however still maintaining a feeling of timelessness.
Going from photography, where light and real subjects are what you’re dealing with, to empty space and physical materials is now, a very interchangeable and freeing fluctuation for me… It wasn’t always so easy from the start!

From the get go I inadvertently created my own identity crisis: am I a painter? am I a photographer? I won’t bore you with that part..but as for starting out painting for the first time, I realised that my hand was always wanting to come back to the same lines, creating simple, recognisable forms like cigarettes and phalic like shapes. After spending some time feeling very perplexed, I started using the words muscle memory to unknot myself, and quickly lost the fear with ‘what is the imagery saying about me?’

Its funny, having been used to using my nude body for photographs for some time, it seemed more exposing to be generating imagery solely from my imagination and people seeing that. So having a few words and hazy patterns hovering over me as I painted, was quite useful.

Currently, I’m working on 6 large pastel drawings, and I decided to do some videos of the process. (Apologies for the shoddy quality etc, and horrendous yellow…)

What was going on inside my head to start with, was at most, a very out of focus image of something containing a person. I had the ‘variables’ the same: same colours, same paper etc..but no real clue as to what the picture was going to be in the end.

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All of my ‘mistakes’ throughout the process of drawing, become the base of the next place I’m off to on the paper. And you can see, in some of them that there are several life forms existing under the accumulation of coloured dust. Being able to see moments of a drawing, does at times leave me wondering if I should had stopped an hour or two ago..but I guess it adds fuel for the next one!

The closest comparison of ‘muscle memory’ that I have managed to come up with so far is the moment you:

a) first came up with your signature.

b) the fluidity that your hand now has creating the same abstract line with ease, each time you sign something.

I see my drawing sometimes as an ongoing, highly personalised and cryptic signature.So, if you’ve ever been daunted by the blank canvas, perhaps take a moment to notice the lines that are formed naturally from your hand…(or foot or mouth!)

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