Andy Rumball

Frozen Feet, Frozen Moments

2012-02-08T01:22:00.000-08:00

The winds carried winters fist this last couple of weeks to Berlin and let us know in no uncurtain terms that these months are for gloves not garden parties. But there are those who 'fly in the face' of such barriers and fight to have their moment of freedom.

tomorrow you will be different. type c. IV, V (kiteflyers. 2012)

After Hours

2012-02-06T03:39:00.000-08:00

They say if you can't beat them, then join them, so I guess you can sort of say that with the below image and my day, last friday. So you find your location, you monitor the weather and you wait for the most promising day. This day was ment to be friday, as I awaited the air to be thick with snow for a new picture for my series on Bee Hives. It did so in the very early, dark hours of dawn but then only presented a picture postcard of blue skies and white over all. They promised more to fall, I went, I waited, I waited and I waited. I did take some shots but they were not what I was after and as dusk draw in I had to admit defeat on this occasion. But the evening light and the dark shadows of night offer something special and an insight to man's alienation and dominance over his environment and with it a subject in it's self.

after hours Nr. 1B. berlin 2011.

With mud and imagination

2012-01-17T01:24:00.000-08:00

There stood a fooball pitch in north Oxford, not very far from the inner ring road and Summertown where if you were to go back some 30 odd years you would find a lone young boy. The goal posts played no part and the mud and misrable weather were no obstacle to that boys sense of freedom and escape from the binds of this world. For many an hour he embraced and in the same moment denied the elements of our world and let nature conjure the infinite in the finite. On many a wet weekend you would find that boy flying his kite. I have never forgotten that feeling.

tomorrow you will be different. type c nr.2 and 3 / first phase

New Years, Old times

2012-01-16T05:10:00.000-08:00

There is no such thing as a New Year, can I say that? Better is perhaps to define the new year as 'the Next Year'. The term new suggests a break, a seperate being, something which stands distictly divided from other beings or in this case years. But the blood cells which drive the life around my body the morning of the 1st January are those made in the days leading up to a change in numbers from 11 to 12. Projects which formed in the months of 2011 straddle the numerical divide and in doing so carry with them reflections of the time involved. Each are coloured is some way by yesterday, today and the idea of tomorrow.

The images below are pictures of an ongoing project which in one way directly references these influences. They are but simple moments in time, a reference point. The value of this point is of little worth but the additional interest placed on it with the elapse of time and my purposeful presentation of this moment can perhaps change the mundane into the significant.

ForgetMeNot nr.01 2011/ progress ref.image. Photographic print, household dust (standing time 6months)

ForgetMeNot nr.02 2011/ progress ref.image. Photographic print, household dust (standing time 6months)

ForgetMeNot nr.03 2011/ progress ref.image. Photographic print, household dust (standing time 6months)

ForgetMeNot nr.04 2011/ progress ref.image. Photographic print, household dust (standing time 6months)

tired and tempted

2011-11-28T13:26:00.000-08:00

A life is coming to an end. The trials and pains have sculptured something beautiful, a briliant moment, from which to fade. Grit and grime portray each line and our understanding of force will explain the apparent. Life is a beautifully dirty thing.

Open case

2011-11-23T01:50:00.000-08:00

Slowly this project which started with a small hut I found in a Danish habour (post- 'contained infinity') grows and reflects the dependence we have on the 'box'. These 8 corners help and torment and captivate the possible.

Brandenburg 2011. contained infinity. Nr.3 (phase.1)

the after before

2011-11-21T01:24:00.000-08:00

It could be said that an english man knows not the art of queue jumping but then again anybody who has lived in london over a couple of years, or for that matter a couple of weeks during the grey, wet months of the year learns quick the art of getting that last place on the bus! So in the same tradition I post the following image. A series I had begun in the last 3 months from which I intended to use one of the images for the -wald- exhibition, I now post pre-thursday's opening. The series has the working title of – can't see the marks for the method – a small jibe at what seems so often a world full to choking with images that are nothing more than what they are, only images papering over the cracks in the very wall they hang off. Is that so bad, maybe not, but for me this is too sweet and too much sugared coating leaves you feeling sick. It seems we are fasinated in the methods and machines by which we create things to the exclusion of considering why we made them.

Can't see the marks for the method. Nr.3. 2011. andy rumball

detail – Can't see the marks for the method. Nr.3

Picking up shadows

2011-11-15T14:17:00.000-08:00

It's funny how sometimes what lies in the shadow of what is most forefront in your mind provides the answers you seek. So it was when asked if I had anything which might fit the theme -Wald. I had in mind, or rather I have at the forefront of my mind a series entitled 'can't see the marks for the method', but this proved not to be, for various reasons the answer needed. But this project has cast a long shadow and in its wake was the below piece from a few years back which proved to suit the vision of others.

daybyday. 2001. (silver gelatin baryta print 50,5x60,5cm)

Crowded house

2011-11-14T23:59:00.000-08:00

It's not often that I would check the weather forecast for when there is an exhibition opening that is indoors, in a gallery. But a week thursday, at 19:00Uhr, 24th November is such an opening. I think it's fair to say I am but one of many contributing work to a group show at the galerie Pavlov's Dog, Bergstr. 19, Berlin under the theme -WALD-. For those who manage to get through the door that evening it should be a truly image filled experience and worth risking colder temperatures or god forbid rain.

Giving Notice

2011-11-09T11:43:00.000-08:00

I had visitors today, they came to write a small article about my home with it's personal touches, furniture which has suffered my hand in their making and glance over the general chaos. They came, they went and inbetween they photographed and wrote notes. Afterwards, as I settled down to tackle the tasks of the day and glanced around, I wondered what people would read into the lines and colours, piles and paraphernalia which litter my life. Could you read between the lines, make associations and hear the voice of me in the silent voids. I can't answer that, but to see a void is to have a broader view, above and beyond the void itself. In a way to see this is to see the core principle beyond style or taste, it is to see the humanity in the evidence of the actions. Sometimes you don't need the details, sometimes it's just enough to see the trails and not the very action itself to embrace the energy, life and consequences.

I think this is partly why I loved the lamp-posts I found in Montreal with only the staples remaining from the many many notices detailing the passions of a city.

Anything but blue

2011-10-27T01:58:00.000-07:00

If I was not tied, this morning, to this desk I would have run outside first thing and soaked up the myth and moisture of the fog that has dissolved the world around me. It's monocrome rendering both cruel and kind, brings a welcomed relief from the precise nature of modern life. I embrace the 'smudge' and the encased sense of dirt held in these micro droplets, still and dense. The joy of what is beyond our control.

The Kite flyers #1(phase.1) 2011.

Beyond blue, grey.

2011-10-16T11:51:00.000-07:00

I have lived for nearly all my life in Europe, with a few years early on in Canada so know nothing different but have a sense of relief when the first signs of the yearly calender change and brings something new with the coming season. The new air bites my wind pipe and reminds me that I am as much my surroundings, the observed as I am the observer.

Good Night, Good Morning, Good Night

2011-10-06T15:31:00.000-07:00

It is the wee hours of a night and as I walk backwards into the new day I reflect on the act of catching my reflection and wonder if I ever see myself as now or only in the past.

Who's afraid of the dark

2011-09-30T01:31:00.000-07:00

Whilst on this trip to Montréal the evenings offered the usual mix of character free hotel rooms, the prospect of drinking alone and TV programming not worthy of the technology that brings it to our homes and hotel rooms. Instead I wondered the streets and soon found myself drawn to pools of blackness topped with a blinding single lamp or two. These were the many empty parking lots that pepper the city of Montréal as I think they do most north American cities. Visually they initially attracted me, with their open space punctunated by these small isolated make shift huts. But it was only when I began photographing them that I was captivated by my fear of the process within the space. My sense of being exposed, seemed fascinating and reflective of a place which it's sole purpose is to act as a place of refuge and safety. But the pools of light from the crudely assembled lamps servered more to high light the ever present dark corners.

Montréal Parking Lot. Nr.3. 2011.

Uncommon place, for Common Ground

2011-09-30T00:33:00.000-07:00

There is a chance to see for real, for those near or in the city of Berlin the piece - common ground - this coming Tuesday 4th October. It is included in a show of three photographers under the broad title of - Iconclash 01- along with work from Luke Abiol and Rainer Sioda. Feel free to come along and experience this public showing in such a intimate private space in a way Berlin knows how to do so well.

AUSSTELLUNG.

UNCOMMON PLACE

ANDY RUMBALL · LUKE ABIOL · RAINER SIODA

Iconoclash 01: Urban Sceneries

05th October – 17. December 2011

Opening Times: Visit by Appointment

Opening: Tue, 04. October 2011, 7 pm

Location:

ncommon Place c/o Daniel Klemm, Singerstr. 1, 10179 Berlin, Germany

The second exhibtion at Uncommon Place presents three associated photographers that live and work in Berlin. In the photographic work shown in the exhibition they occupy with different sorts of traces – of the past, of cultural imprints, of natural conditions – and create extraordinary statements of our surroundings. The collectionof these unpretentious yet significant documents of urban sceneries are shown in this combination for the first time in Berlin.

Andy Rumball’s work explores the issues and usage of Common Ground in Germany, Poland and the UK. The photographic process includes actually burying the images in common ground. The work hence become a combination of visual content and the content matter itself.

With the eyes of a relative stranger Luke Abiol discovers corners and angles of Berlin which are not necessarily noteworthy to local residents. Yet the more these images characterize the cultural habitat we live in.

Rainer Sioda seeks to discover visual traces of progressing change in the still stucturally weak urban environment in the region of Brandenburg surrounding Berlin. He documented a selection of paintball areas with a focus on the qualities of informally created architecture and its use as functional urban structures.

http://awrprojects.blogspot.com/

http://www.lukeabiol.com/

http://www.rainersioda.de/

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common ground. 2007. (triptych- silver gelatin prints (10), glass, wooden frame, soil)

There and back and almost the same again.

2011-09-29T06:13:00.000-07:00

I did say that the 'green box' had inspired a new question and theme. Boxes themselves are fascinating things, they allow you the sense of ownership, you can hold them or know of there where abouts, they won't move on their own and we recognise and understand the form of a box. But its function means that there is always the possiblity of the unknown and the infinite within the finite.

Montréal - red box. 2011

The fine sense of touch

2011-09-22T14:33:00.000-07:00

As the last two posts have been in some way or other related to the sense of touch I'd thought I would finish the theme off with a final call to the tactile aspect of life. For the last few weeks my work has ment that I have spent more time than I would choose with 1's and 0's. The currency of modern photography usually ends in the term 'file'. But my love of the medium is not set alone by it's image making power but also the smell, touch and almost the taste which accompanies film, foil wrapping, the interior and backs of cameras and of course all those dirty chemicals. They will always be an important part.

Danemark. summer 2011 – another type of printing which leaves you with truly dirty fingers, pure joy.

There and back, here again.

2011-09-22T02:16:00.000-07:00

I guess it is no coincidence that what I wrote in the previous post relates very well to what lies beneath what I wish to say now. In the last couple of months I've been very fortunate to have the opportunity to travel to Danemark and Canada. I mention this because to the first I drove and the second I flew. When I compare both journeys it underlines what we loose in our need for expediency. Don't get me wrong it's still relatively a long time to travel to Canada, but to fly leaves you not truly understanding the distance and effort required to get to where you wish to be. I mourn alittle the fact I have no sense of the fantastic volumes of water I have with such ease skipped over to stand amoungst the bi-lingual babble of Montréal. With the drive, and it's proximiety to the ground, I had far more the sense of where I was headed and a better understanding of my arrival. Maybe there is a question there about human speeds of understanding just as we relate scale to our own physical size. Anyhow, both were wonderful places to see and over the next few posts I promise to show something of what came out of these trips. First a photograph from northern Danemark, which has inspired the question and theme for a new series.

Danemark - green box - 2011.

sound advise

2011-09-16T00:07:00.000-07:00

I heard once on the radio, the type that crackles and sniffs for its own pleasure, Antony Gormley make a simple suggestion in 60 seconds for a way in which to improve our lives. I very much admire the work of this artist and I very much enjoyed his simple suggestion. It was that each of us should more often take the shoes and socks off which house our feet and let them touch the silent and still earth, ground, planet call it what you will, beneath them. For in this way we have for a moment real contact and understanding with who we are and where we are. I think I need to take my shoes off more often.

Go on scratch alittle more.

2011-08-31T00:03:00.000-07:00

A couple more images from Italy.

Scratch till it bleeds.

2011-08-29T06:43:00.000-07:00

It's funny how we follow the same patterns. Micro systems of understanding transcribed across scale and substance. Scratch long enough and the act of converting pain into pleasure is blighted with the evidence of your actions in blood. But this messy red stuff, or in which ever colour it may be, is the real, the carrier of life. I think we should all learn to scratch to the point of drawing blood.

Italy. 2011. One place in so many where I'd like to scratch till it bleeds.

Can't see the silence for trees.

2011-08-18T10:27:00.000-07:00

I don't know if I am the same as everybody else but I always need to find a corner of santuary. Back in England it was a rough sea crashing in on a deserted simple beach in the early winter months. Now, being based in Berlin its the forests of Brandenburg. These vast cathedrals with stretching columns in need of light, a roof as intricate as any stained glass window casting its theater of shadows on a floor that is a silent museum of the past and future in one. The hymns one hears in this house vary and reflect the inner and outer forces of man and nature and one seems aways alone.

I will be forever experimenting with forest as a motive.

after A comes B's

2011-08-16T06:59:00.000-07:00

I've started a new project which circles around the small. It seems to me we are so often caught up in building our individual plans, grand ideas and struggling with the large questions that we become long sighted. Lets face it, as you lie in your bed of a morning considering whether to drive or walk to work, as the weather plays havoc with your plans, did you ever consider checking first that your legs still work. Sounds stupid I know, but if you have ever been in a situation when you have had your breathing restricted, you will understand that these 'small things' which we take naturally for granted are the foundation of our modern lives, long term plans, grand ideas or large questions to struggle with. So this new project has at it's centre 'Bees'. Bees are a fascinating subject in themselves and there is enough reading material on their biological, sociological, cultural significance to fill my time and beyond. The project is only in it's first stages and I will post at a later date something of the final work but for now a couple of images of Bee Hives located in Frankfurt am Main,Italy and Berlin.

out of season

2011-08-11T14:56:00.000-07:00

What happened to our summer. If it carries on like this I will have to resume some old experiments before the month is out!!

Packaging in which to age images.

Talking of Time....

2011-08-11T11:48:00.000-07:00

Just happened to come across this image from a work I did when I first came to Berlin, entitled – day by day. I am still comfortable with this piece, a copy of which has hung quietly in a corner of my place for near on 10 years.

the width of time

2011-08-11T09:54:00.000-07:00

There is no point in debating the length of time it has been since I last posted something on this site for it was but a moment and in this moment I see but another moment. Perhaps it is a game, like when you stand between two mirrors facing each other and you struggle to contain the infinit replay before you. Around the time of my last post I had begun to send out prints of images of the Bleigießen which that new years eve had created. For those who do not know the German tradition, on the eve of a new year you heat up lead in a spoon, throw it into water when it reaches a liquid state and the resulting form suggests what is instore for the coming year. A sort of industrial version of reading tea leaves. I love the fact that as humans we can't help ourselves a be fasinated by the possiblity of knowing the future regardless of how far-fetched the method and perhaps that is the most fasinating aspect. Everybody should, when at an event or situation where a large crowd follows a singular thing, stop watching what one is supposed to watch, turn around and watch the watchers.

The Bleigießen pictures have been sent to various people across the globe who have been asked to keep the picture on their person for the next year. I have done the same with a corresponding image, the question is, is my future as wide in the hand of others?

Here a phrase of the future, but not the whole story.

Disclaimer, short documentation film.

2011-01-13T05:52:00.000-08:00

For those who have received the Christmas edition 2010, the below film may answer one question, what is that mark in the corner. For those who haven't got an edition lying somewhere before them, the following short film documents the making of this past Christmas edition.

System Failure

2011-01-10T02:30:00.000-08:00

Father A, Son A.1, Son A.2 (detail). 2010

Mother B, daughter B (detail)

Mother C, Daughter C (detail)

Project: system failure. andy rumball.2010 ongoing.

I have often wondered over the last couple of years since becoming a father, what is the driving principle which drives humans to have children. Is it just because we can, or is there something else, deeper far beyond the reaches of modern societies instilled notions of lifes requirements. Is there something inherently selfish in giving birth to another, are we trying to exist beyond our own means. Is the act of creation that of duplication, or atleast is it fair to say most crave to see the likeness of themselves in their children. And our failure in such quests, is it understood and celebrated? Have we understood the value of failure?

This project is ongoing and if you would be interested in taking part please don't hesitate to contact me through the email address listed at the top of this blog.

Looking straight in the eye

2011-01-09T04:40:00.000-08:00

magazine wall installation. 2010 (detail)

Opening night - final installation of six. 2010

(incorporating a photographic series of portraits and architecture)

I've avoided posting anything before of the above project which was completed last year. It was a commission for a series of installations for a hotel opening with the theme based around the buildings previous usage, that of a fashion school. Why only now do I post something, well, although appreciated by all unfortunately this appreciation does not include paying outstanding bills as of yet. This has left a sour taste, but I wish to move onwards and as I look things straight in the eye this new year, I find myself posting something of this work. I will endeavour to post a selection of images over the next few days. For now it's a dark rainy sunday afternoon and a warm tea beckons.

Something new, something old

2011-01-08T11:58:00.000-08:00

white wash. christmas edition 2009.

I have no idea why I never made such a thing before, but for Christmas 2009 I sent out a small edition for the first time to celebrate the season. This past Christmas I did the same and on both occasions I crudely filmed the making. Well I guess there's no point doing such a thing unless you allow people to see it, so here's the first. The film for that of 2010 will come shortly, if you can bear the wait. The good news is the editions are in reality better then the films and should last you a life time, whilst the film in this case is under 2 minutes.

2011-01-06T01:47:00.000-08:00

There is something slightly unhealthy about great expectations and in particular those surrounding new year. If you manage to get over the dissappointment of the new years eve party then the reality of the next morning will surely put check to the most romantic imagination. First there's the hangover and if not, the enquiry, why not. Then of course the weather is most unlikely to embrace a positive radiance, let's face it, it's another day in winter, grey, wet, cold and in the case of Berlin at this moment, snow again. Don't get me wrong, I love the snow but heavy dark skies don't speak to me of promising future times. But maybe I have to learn to look a little further or nearer. Yesterday for a very short period of time the clouds opened a wee window through which my first sunshine of 2011 broke through and darted across the tiring branches of the christmas tree. Fantastic pools of light papered the walls and drew my attention to what was, and has for a long time, surrounding me. I spend so much time trying to create things consciously that I over look some of the wonderful installations that have come about over time and chance. Dust on pictures, reflections in glass, cobwebs and temporary homes found in ........... time and chance.

All change

2011-01-03T00:14:00.000-08:00

'a new me', image taken during a commission for the Böll stiftung.

The hour has come and gone, in with the new and out with the old. Only the next is always to come and the present is always the past. So what of new year. I am still walking and falling at the same time, catching myself whilst looking to the next step each time. I want to know who jumps side ways or maybe even more interesting, who steps backwards, for when you follow this logic this would be a true step into the unknown.

Captured time

2010-12-31T05:31:00.000-08:00

and so it came to pass. 2005 (detail)

It's new years eve and as warmer temperatures come and slowly peal away the layers of time incapsulated in white, the evidence of our means are revisited. It is in many ways the same as what I explored in the work - And so it came to pass. 2005 - the evidence, marks and life incased within the walls of any appartment.

Stille Nacht

2010-12-31T04:30:00.000-08:00

.... heilige Nacht. That I can't say with any certainty, but the snow that came this late December to Berlin brought an undoubted peace with it. Looking out of my window late evening the picture presented before me held such a stillness, a complex and infinite dance of moment and mayhem played before me. The snow twisting in silent swirls of petticoat lace too remote to crave but so deep and close as the deepest depths of forgotten pockets newly explored. It held me suspended for how long I do not know but now I recall scenes from the film - Powaqqatsi - from Godfrey Reggio that had the same endless stillness in motion. This is all a rather long way round to saying I could only eventually step outside and sink myself into the very same darkness. It's corney to say but if there is any such thing as a church, in the real meaning of the word, then the all absorbing silence under those heavy stained dark skies was the ceilling of such.

Dessau – portraits

2010-12-30T14:25:00.000-08:00

Working along side a week long project run by anschlaege.de which explored the visions and perspectives of young people in Dessau, of Dessau, I produced a number of portraits of the participants which were later used for poster and included in an exhibition staged in the Bauhaus, Dessau.

Early and late

2010-12-30T13:52:00.000-08:00

I intend to prove one can be in two places at once. For in the next couple of sentences I shall claim to be both early but late, where the new is but old and the end only the start. I had previously promised to follow the last post up with further infomation only then to leave things as they were for god knows how long – LATE. But if I was to issue a promise that this poor blogging performance of mine is to be finally changed for a more active model, my new year resolution - then it could be said to be – EARLY. Either way what NEW is to follow I admit is rather OLD. So I will try and compress a large span of time into small set of posts and bring things up to date.

Something now

2009-11-20T00:34:00.000-08:00

A promise to follow shortly info about the Dessau project but for now here's an example of a test image.

Dancing around the issue.

2009-11-19T23:23:00.000-08:00

It has been pointed out that this blog has not moved on for almost 2 months and I or it have been so busy or too lazy to reflect something of this period. I'm happy to say it is more of the first reason rather than the second but this is still dancing around the issue. The last two months I've been shooting in London, involved in a project in Dessau resulting in an exhibition in the Bauhaus, Dessau and as always frantic activity in and around Berlin. But for now I wanted to show - Ballet of the street -. Whilst in London, on its South Bank in amongst the concrete divides that segment the space and flow in and around the hayward gallery, I found an inspiring sense of humanity. Young lads jumped, span, balanced and conquered the confines of their environment. Forget the trend factor, whether it is cool or not (which it is), the styling or associations, for me then at that moment these lads were the embodiment of humanity in the modern environment. The fixed structures were played with, dissected and dissolved in an explosion of creative energy, humanity flexing it's inventive muscle. Man pitting his wits against rigidity.

Maybe more human than we think.

2009-09-02T15:22:00.000-07:00

We are moving towards a general election here in Deutschland but I as an auslander have no say it what may follow. That sense of being mute is paralleled and reflected for many including myself in the seemingly uncontrollable maneuvers of the banks and international corporate companies. I hear it often said that the real power houses of modern europe are not found in elected chambers but in the boardrooms of corporations. Can and do these institutions have a conscience, a human perspective on what is right and wrong? Or is such a thing not fundemental to any of us instead only inherited and crafted by the environment we install. Emotionally I would find it perhaps easy to answer this but I fear it is far more complex. It was in and around these questions that I took the following images very early on the morning of the 1st May – my father always said, "actions speak louder than words" so maybe there is something human about such institutions....

Help required

2009-07-28T14:10:00.000-07:00

I've begun to email all and every soul I know with a request. I need for a performance piece sealed letters from people. They must always follow the same format, ie contained within a DL envelope is a plain A4 sheet of paper with only one word written on it. The word can be absolutely any word and the manner in which it is written is unimportant. The sheet of paper should then be folded twice into a third and placed into the envelope. Once the envelope is sealed containing the sheet of paper then the time and date of it's sealing must be written on the back. After that all that is needed is the address to which it is to be sent >

awrprojects

Atelierhof Kreuzberg

Schleiermacherstraße 31-37

10961 Berlin.

Come on it won't kill you!

the – Void – refered to in the previous post

2009-07-27T01:45:00.000-07:00

Void (installation View) Jan.2009

Exhibition with 'no title' – Peter Newman, Andy Rumball, Jaimini Patel

Holt Gallery, Sherborne, UK

> if you get the chance go and see Peter Newmans work being shown at the Hayward Gallery and projected onto the National Theatre London. 8th July – 14th September.

Talking to yourself – "the first sign of madness"

2009-07-27T00:19:00.000-07:00

There is a real irony to my choice of image to accompany my very first post. Like any virgin, I stumbled through my first experience of posting a blog not knowing what my true aim and purpose was through such an act. Mostly I feel it is a selfish concern, a want to inflict upon others, often unknown to ourselves, our hopes and fears. These are parceled up in the brown paper and string that is the vain hope that our defining individuality is not the under score of isolation. Still going back to the picture and why it is ironic. In both these images and the act of writing this blog I seem to be creating a conversation with an illusion and fabricated compatriot/ space. What is funnier is that I seem happy in my illusion, needing no reply. For reference the two images are part of a set of 8, 4 pairs. Each pair shows myself from infront and behind. They document the act of recalling only from memory a gallery scace in the south of England in as much detail as I could remember. Through reciting aloud, I constructed this space within the city of Berlin. Why, because the images which were then used in an installation within that very gallery space was an exploration of voids. The other components of the installation were images taken from a jacket with cameras in both the front and back. Simultaneously both cameras would take a picture, uncomposed but documenting that which stood before and behind myself. What I was interested in was not what was in the images but the space that sat between the two images. The sum of both is the void between. The resulting prints were then re-photographed through the back of each image and then incorporated within a sculptural form.

Weather report

2009-07-24T04:55:00.000-07:00

I have often wondered for whom and by whom are the lists in my life written. Atleast these which fill the pages of my work book are infringed by the chaos contained within these pages. Chaos is an apt expression for the weather here in Berlin but lends its self to a series of images of woodland which I am developing at this moment.

Andy's first post

2009-07-22T05:07:00.000-07:00

There is a line from a Peter Gabriel track which goes something like, 'all you people in TV land I will wake up your empty shells...' I can not claim that this blog site will wake up your empty shells but I can say from my perspective the whole internet communications has eventually burnt a hole through my shell of resistance. That of resistance to a constant need to expose every minute, of every hour, of every waking moment of our lives. I have no urge to invite you all into my private world but I do have an interest in bringing aspects of the mechanics of the creative process which I enjoy and describe as work to a broader audience. So I apologize now, for the gradual unfolding of this site is in itself a learning process and the desired purpose and result I have yet to discover.