At the moment I’m going through my album of photos from India, scanning them for use as projections in the show. Back in 1996 I had a fairly rubbish Kodak automatic, a classic family holiday snap-happy camera. And I had no kind of training in, or knowledge of, photography. As a consequence, I took very few photos and still fewer are any good.
Scanning them now is making me look at them again, trying to re-write the story of my feelings towards them. Here’s something I’ve noticed – I took very few pictures of people, either my fellow travellers or street portraits. I’m a fan of street photography, and I did try a few times, but felt very awkward approaching anyone for their permission to take a photo. I have shots where it looks like I was trying to steal a glimpse as I passed by, without having to be seen myself or get involved. Trying to hide behind the lens and stay separated from what I was looking at, which was often either strange, shocking or upsetting to me.
I suspect I lack the unflinching eye when it comes to photography, though I’d like to think I have it when it comes to poetry. I still can’t do decent street portraits. On my way back from visiting Arts Centre Washington, I saw a man at work in a pose that reminded me of this stonemason I snapped in Agra.
I tried to get a shot of this workman in the same pose, to compare on this blog – oh dear, epic fail! Not even going to insert the results, it was so bad. Should have followed this advice…
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