Skip to main content

A Word from Mrs Lemon

"A blog. Full of pictures of you and the things around you. Why? It's all a bit narcissistic isn't it?"
Well yes. But... I like to write. And take pictures. This is a way of doing both and having a purpose behind the process.
"So why not do that and at the same time keep it private?"
Maybe I should. But as i noted before, I have a compulsion to post on here. It combines a love of the technology that is changing the world with a desire to interact creatively with others. Besides, though very few people read this and search engines are blind to its existence, I am left with the disturbing / exciting possibility that people could, if they wished, read and comment on my work. At the moment, while I try to improve, this potential is in itself enough and I carry on writing and taking photos. The result? A little satisfaction and an incentive to improve and innovate.
[What I'd love to do is a blog in a similar vein to http://randomreality.blogware.com/ (sorry, I've lost the ability to make this a link and you'll have to cut and paste), the blog of a London paramedic. However, I'm in a profession that makes this impossible and will thus have to try and make life more interesting outside work - other people manage....].
One more thing - no more self-portraits, I promise.
BTW, heard an interesting thing on the radio today. It was suggested that the reason old people are no longer revered and respected in the way they once were is because whereas in previous ages the knowledge they had was directly relevant to all and therefore could be learnt from, nowadays innovation and change come about so quickly the information they have is out-of-date and unenduring, thereby resulting in their obsolesence. Not pleasant and not a reason for you not to visit your grandparents, but interesting. Even relationships have changed thanks to the ascendency of the Market and the decline of Religion - marriage is no longer for life / everyone, thereby further squeezing the area of expertise of our forebears. Mind you, maybe this is how it appears to every generation?

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Photography as Art

Having spent Friday night in prison in Oxford I wanted to recuperate a little yesterday and so took the time to visit the Ansel Adams exhibition at Oxford's modern art museum. Now, back when I were a nipper during my phirst phase of photographic interest, between the ages of about 18 and 25 (before the Exeter sojourn and the heavy-duty clubbing period thereafter), I remember I loved his work. However, since then, sadly, a more cynical Patrick held sway for a while (cynicism, for a long while, being my idea of sophistication) and I rather went off his pictures, or at least, the idea of his pictures. It seemed to me that everyone who had even the remotest interest in photography cited Adams as a key influence and criticism of him appeared off-limits. During this time I wasn't even sure that photography was an art, and that Adams couldn't be as good as I'd thought because he earned near universal praise for his work (I know, strange distorted thinking, but that's how …

Trump'ed on

You're probably sick of reading Niemöller's quote but here it is again - why not have another butcher's':

"First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Socialist.

Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out— 
Because I was not a Trade Unionist.

Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out— 
Because I was not a Jew.

Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me."

(from The Holocaust Encyclopedia).

I've read it so many times throughout my life that when it appeared in my Facebook feed I'd roll my eyes and scroll past wondering why some unimaginative ass had bothered to post it yet again - didn't we all already know it off by bloody heart?

And now here I am, another unimaginative ass, posting it on the web and ensuring that both my readers are pissed off and bored. Only it does have a new urgency now doesn't it? I mean with The Orange One in power it becomes resonant again…

Waltercio Caldas

Portrait taken at Cecilia Brunson Project, Bermondsey.

From Wikipedia:

Waltércio Caldas Júnior (born 6 November 1946), also known as Waltércio Caldas, is a Brazilian sculptor, designer, and graphic artist. Caldas is best known as part of Brazil's Neo-Concretism movement as well as for his eclectic choices in materials.