Altered Environments view 2 full install at @firstsitecolchester. On display until the 19th November. Featuring GR series and one of two title cards by @ar_ee_dee. Final shot of Waves on the left representing the natural, with sound by @frazermerrick.
Absolutely chuffed to have beautiful photography by @tom_westbury as a part of Altered Environments. Pairing 10 of his images, exploring the presence, balance and similarities between the natural and manmade. On display until the 19th November.
Altered Environments view 1 full install at @firstsitecolchester. On display until the 19th November. Featuring works by a range of creative practitioners, seen here @stfnj and @jon_thomas. It's been a pleasure to work with you both.
I am always told that I appear 'serious', as though I am deeply contemplating on something; Actually I do, I worry about something that is 'not always real', I assume about terrible things happening to me , negative things happening to my friendships , relationships , Job, love life , loved ones and I am paranoid about possibly having a failed life. I know they aren't really rational and I shouldn't be doing it but I still do and it's 'out of my control', to keep worrying at bay. The consequences of it, I am chronically depressed. My hands shiver for brief moments from time to time, I sweat profusely and people ask me if everything is alright and that sort of is 'embarrassing' to me. My heart beats a lot, i get goosebumps and always feel butterflies in my stomach. My thoughts race against my 'comprehending capacity'. When I visit the doctors, they put me on antidepressants and anti- anxiety meds which I hate cos they give me the feeling of being 'drowned in the water' and 'barely breathing' than being alive. They control my anxiety but the downside of it , they also take away my part of 'eagerness, curiosity , motivation and concentration that is essential for a normal human being to thrive. I feel as though I am a puppet and multiple puppeteers control my life and when they all want me to 'dance to their tunes', I 'skip the beats' and my whole being gets pressurized in an attempt to cope up with the puppeteers....
I have always been a very harworking chap and a sharp tool in the box. I never allowed the 'job to choose me' but instead 'chose the job I wanted'. I have been told that I am very charming and someone who possesses a magnetic personality. It wouldn't be an exaggeration if I told you that I am blessed with 'good looks' and copious amounts of 'folds in the brain'. My life was always a 'fairy tale' until the day I got married. I decided to move to a small town 'where my wife worked' and find a job there. Though I deserved a better job for my calibre, this was the best I could find in that town and I decided to take it up cos I was 'head over toes for my wife'. Though I have a very 'dominant personality' , she is what I call 'dominantly manipulative and stubborn'. She plays an 'ideal wife' in front of the world but when at home, she becomes 'exactly opposite'. I don't really care 'how she treats me' but I want her to treat my kids (her biological kids too) well. She yells out all the anger at them, which she has on me. Kids go hungry and get beaten up till I am back from work. I am tired of arguing about kids cos she starts 'blame games' again and it will have a negative impact on my children. I want a 'divorce' from her but she threatens to play 'a domestic assault victim' and make my life a nightmare. If I get divorced , I would also loose the custody of my children. I have always been a smart man and all my colleagues come to me to get their work sorted out, at my workplace. Eventually I 'don't even get credited' by my boss for all the nightmares I 'save them from', while he takes away all the credit. My 'job is equally frustrating' and I want to run away from it. As an icing on cake , life has showered me with the 'life style diseases' already for the stress I have endured and m barely 37. My entire 20's I had a perfect physique and a charming face and now I have a (remaining story in the comment section)
I am now 35. At 30, I broke up with my boyfriend of 10 years. We knew every single detail about each other and even had planned to marry and grow old together. We even had planned the number of sons and daughters we were going to have, the dream house and car we were going to buy. Looking back in time that seems so naive of us. As a famous saying goes, 'life isn't the bed of roses', things didn't work out with our relationship and after multiple episodes of breaking up and reconciling , we finally decided to call it off. There are so many memories of 'us' in that medieval town and somehow living in that town didn't seem eventful to me anymore. Being a very talented 'back end developer', finding a 'new job' in a new city wasn't a harrowing task for me. A childhood friend of mine, with her husband had just begun a startup company in my hometown and i decided to move there to 'begin a fresh life' and started to live with my parents. Now 'this' husband of my childhood friend , who is also my boss at work, is lusting after me. He's a gentleman and I too like him but I just don't 'fall for' the men, who are already in relationships; This would also ruin my friends marriage, which I want to avoid at any cost. His advances are suffocating me. My work demands extensive use of 'my logical brain' and it drains me out mentally. I am so exhausted mentally and physically , I am depressed and sad. I always wanted to have a child , biological or adopted and if in a worst case , I didn't mind being a single mother too. But now my mental state is such that, I am 'atleast sure' I can't raise a child. I don't know if my insomnia Is the result of my depression and restlessness, but most of the nights I can't even sleep for an hour, the entire night. My periods are so irregular now and my physical health is depleting. When I try to sleep, all these 'issues of my life' bombard into my 'mind screen' as though my mind Is being Nuked. I try to shut my eyes hard and 'sleep' but sleep is a 'distant memory' for me now. I roll all over the bed without the 'goddess of sleep' showing mercy at me. (Remaining story in the comment section)
Literally, the phrase reads "with feet touching the ground," evoking the act through which Diodato reproduces a cast of the Roman pavement, the true protagonist of this group of works completed between 2001 and 2017. To realize his works, Diodato places aluminum sheets on the ground and allows the footwork of pedestrians to model them, finishing the molds with the help of a hammer. Through its symbolic Sanpietrini, the eternal city reveals its shape: the metal casts capture and crystallize its timeless skin, yielding a sculpture.
I am always 'cheerful and talkative'. Everyone I come across, 'compliments' my 'sharp wit and amazing sense of humor'. People always show 'gestures' of how much they like me. Though I never had extramarital affairs, I am extremely flirty and it just comes so naturally to me and I am often told how popular I am with the 'opposite sex'. My wife never has bothered about this 'behavior of mine' for which she knows , 'she is the love of my life' and we never have allowed 'infedility' to creep into our marriage. Now I am 68, with amazing children and the grandchildren to die for. My life has pretty much been easy so far and it is only now, I am feeling that I should 'die once for all' than dying slowly. My children who I taught to walk, swim, bike, ride horses, languages and art now tell me I am stupid and I don't understand anything. When they were growing up, they said 'papa you are my hero' and now they say 'papa, come on, u embarrass us So much'. My colleagues who always craved for my presence, now avoid Me. I understand, that I fumble for words, ask the same things repeatedly , forget faces and incidents but their 'cold faces' makes me sad and I don't understand why they get 'angry on me for no reasons'. My grandchildren don't like hanging out with me anymore and they say they are tired of me mixing up their names and they can't keep explaining things to me over and over again. My wife (I believe so), I can't forget those eyes and that spark in the eyes, though I am not entirely sure who she is , is the only person who 'puts up' with all my 'slow life' and always says she loves me as much as she did since the day we married. Though I have no reasons to live for , she ignites a new hope everyday and my heart says I should live for her alone...