Noticing the everyday
I've been taking a photos of my house this week. What I've been drawn to are things that aren't as I want them to be. Aspects that cause me to feel dissatisfied, irritated or disappointed. Possibly some degree of self-loathing too, as I have not yet bothered to rectify them to my own satisfaction. As such my photos are the lamenting part of to my everyday. From a technical point of view I have tweaked exposure and black levels a bit. Also sometimes the colour. To my eye, the busier (with content) the image the less colour it can support. So, some of the images have been reduced to complete - or near - black and white. I started to write captions / explanations for each to provide specific contexts, but as I did so I was aware that I was writing for my own catharsis, so I deleted the captions. I'll let the viewer encounter the images as they are.















It would be a crime against creativity to dust away those.