"Occasionally someone will ask how long it took to take a picture
I answer that it often didn't take very long to get the picture
it was the weeks and weeks of searching for the
picture that took the time."

davidt

 

"Photographers deal in things which are continually vanishing
and when they have vanished there is no contrivance
on earth which can make them
come back again."

Henri Carter Bresson

All the photographs currently on display are shot on photographic
film, many require multiple cross-processing techniques
to archive the particular look and feel.

This is done almost entirely "in camera." Some photographs may
not appear "sharp" this is deliberate, the impressionistic
vibrant effect I am looking for is very soft and intimate,
which can be a challenge to accurately reproduce
on the screen.

 

 

Credits

All photography: davidt
Art Direction: davidt, Georgia Allen
Concepts: Frayja, Daisy B, Georgia Allen, davidt
Styling: Daisy B, Grorgia Allen, Frayja
Hair: Frayja

 

 

"The Artist and the Muse"
and "A Hatful of Cherries" by Georgia Allen

Impressionism has been drummed into me from an early age, As a 21st. century child, I remember my first art lesson
at high school, walking into the room and seeing Van Gough all over the walls, I am not a fan of impressionists.
But as school dragged on and after five different teachers all potty about Pierre-Auguste Renoir, and mad
about Monet, I had to agree, that yes there was some good impressionist art. I had a very hard time
admitting to my equally stubborn and head strong art teacher, who had made it her ambition to
get me to like Monet, since I had insulted the great Van Gough picture of a chair, by pointing
out that it was indeed wonky and out of perspective, and that maybe it wasn't because
there was a deeper meaning to it all, but that maybe he just wasn't that good.  

Don't get me wrong, I can see all you impressionist fanatics gasping in shock with eyes wide open with horror,
but what I mean is, Monet for instance has taste and class and sophistication. He is not bold and brash and
bright, like a tacky diamond stud, surrounded by fake gold and rhinestonesMonet's pieces are gems,
not the first thing that my eye is drawn to but the thing that captivates them for the longest time.
But now looking though a old book on Monet on a bored and rainy afternoon, I do find
it lifting ones soul that tiny fraction, with his bold and yet careful strokes somehow
coming together to make paintings that are almost submissive and reserved,
like an English rose.

 

 

Even I, a stubborn pessimist when it comes to this subject, has to admire the smoky, pastel like brush strokes of his later
works reminiscent of the smell of lavender and hyacinths, and pink lemonade. Monet's party of paintings are not
brash and uncouth, there elegant and reserved, and there's more to them than when they first appear.
With pure and exquisite Parisian beauty they will steal any show, and stand out at any party.
Thanks to the talented Mr Monet.

In Search of Monet – a phrase I have come to adore over the years, a phrase I realise now that does rather sum up life.
Looking at the paintings and getting that image of lemonade and cake waft into my subconscious, I understand the
meaning of the title. We are forever searching from the perfect life, the perfect partner, and Monet's art work
are the perfect paintings to accompany this dream of perfection, one down, just two to go.  
I have a feeling that Monet would be a brilliant photographer if he where still around,
since I think what really makes his paintings is the mood and lighting and the fact
that he just seems to paint these places of perfection that we all strive to find.  

So how did Monet do it and why cant I?

Well I guess my excuse would be that I am not yet at an age where perfection is on the agenda.
I'm personally at an age where perfection is like the enemy, yesI like my room this way, my hairs meant to look like
I just got out of bed, and yes that essay isn't perfect, I have better things to be doing, or at least funnier things.
But if Monet took most of us to these beautiful places we so desire, we would sit and admire I'm sure,
for a brief while and then it would be back to the city for more arguments and domestics
about who ate all the butter and who should go bye a new tub.

So like Monet "In search of Monet” brings the modern day beauty to you, for you to admire when ever
you want without dropping everything and having to go find it yourself.

Frayja

The Artist and the "Muse"

Over there - we haven't got much time - no right - no forward - can you twist? Can you feel the sun on your face?
Move down a bit - round..... This isn't working - can you go over there? can you hear me?
Yes I can hear you - yes I am feeling my way. Molten sun - spiders and flints over
and under foot. Its always the same process - keen - compliant - then
the inevitable - the necessary, the totally familiar irritation....

"He's so bossy" - "she's so resistant"
But we know in our hearts it will pass - a gateway to fusion, with ourselves with the place. A synchronicity grows
a feeling of calm, of pleasure, of total absorption...We speak very sparingly - we are in our own world

The wild life hums and scuttles around us, beavering away, and we collect our nectar - our pollen
our germination is taking place. The heat is fantastic - the sky is surreal - the red velvet
dress is excruciatingly tight- I unzip - turn around and stretch out my arms
into this never-ending incredible tidal wave of red..... WOW !
"Click"