As the flashes blinded us in the photobooth

Ok then, i've only got a couple more days of home based internet access left and then i'll probably be reliant on the library in Headingley. At the moment i'm up to my ears in half-packed cardboard boxes and lists scrawled on every bit of available paper. I'm not taking all my stuff with me, seeing how we'll be living locally, my old room is being used as storage for a lot of crap that has been decided as not important enough to carry up six flights of stairs. However i still have more than i thought i would and combined with Katherines stuff its gonna be a tight squeeze in our flat.
This blog will still be updated, maybe even more regularly than recently. LIving with the internet means it gets used more than i realise. All i actually need it for is to access emails and one or two other sites but i always spend hours on the computer at a time. Its about time i started living in the real world! Like i stated previously there is a website in the pipeline but don't hold your breath. A lot of images i take will find their way on to flickr, even if some people think its slightly unprofessional to put them up. I prefer to think of it as a 'warts and all' view of my work. I'm a modest person but consider myself pretty good with a camera, sometimes it takes a lot of duff ones to get a gud'un so why not show everything and let the audience decide?
In the last couple of days i've visited a couple of exhibitions. Some of the images have been great but again i've seen some shocking artist's statements that have ruined a series/piece of work. It seems like the next generation of photographers would rather explain their work in words than let the images talk for themselves.
Last night Katherine, Vicky, her brother and me went to see Death Cab for Cutie play at Leeds Uni. The show was awesome and they sounded great but its a complete sweatbox in that joint. It almost detraacts from the music because you get that uncomfortable its hard to concentrate.
After finishing a SnappySnaps earlier in the month, i still haven't found a new job. I'm trying to put in some effort so maybe i could earn some money thru photography. The best case scenario would be a few comissions a year with a quiet part-time job so i still have a regular income.
This is the last update before we move on saturday so if anyone fancies lending a hand it'll be much appreciated.

Payphones & Haircuts

A website is in the pipeline.

Who will join me?

So i've had an idea. I'm going to start a new organisation and it will be called "The Lonely Arts Club"
It basically stems from a lot of the time when i'm involved in creative activities i'm usually alone but often have moments where i'd love there to be someone else doing the same thing who i could bounce ideas off etc. I'm sure there are others who feel the same way. Members would be invited to a weekly meet up, most likely in a coffee serving establisment, where everyone can meet and greet and arrange collaberations, one to one times and basically get to know a few more people who think the same way.
Reading this back it sounds like some hermit artist swinger group!
My reason for all this is Katherine is still down at home and i've been making flyers and creating a few bits and pieces all afternoon and all i've wanted to do i show her what i've been doing and shit.

Peep Show

Peep Show
Originally uploaded by Paper Thin.

My girls' gone back down south for a few days, so i'm left living the life of a misunderstood/solo/tortured artist. Tonight i've cut out thirty prints that i'm making into flyers and am about to try and finish them off with some text. I'm also up for some experimentation so gonna try a few portraits and try to push a colour film. The portraits i'm going for are quite personal and are of a close family member, they might remain secret but if they ever become public it'll be here first.
The Black Dogs book launch was very interesting last week, cheap drink and bring your own food. Alongside some pretty experimental music from girls in their knickers and capes! Then on the friday night we went to Vicky's degree show. It was a reflection on where photography is going recently, Vicky's were the only black and white prints in the exhibition and most of the colour work was digital. Another little thing that came to my attention was a few of the artists statements detracted value of the work. Its hard to explain but most of them explained the work too much. I've always been a fan of knowing what the photographer was thinking when taking the shots but i guess if the idea isn't that great in the first place then deconstructing it isn't going to do any favours.
I thought i had a lot to write but i'm struggling. I've been listening to too much Bright Eyes recently, music best described as 'death bed theme tunes' good just a bit sad.

:(

Its been a bit of a sad day today. It was summed up by something that happened this morning. A couple of months ago the son of a local farmer commited suicide. A few times since then a black and white border collie dog has turned up at our house, as happened this morning. Jess (name of the dog) was John's and since his death it walks around local farms looking for him. This morning it just laid at our front door and although its a beautiful dog, you can see the saddness in its eyes. I haven't been able to get it out of my mind all day.

I've got a book launch and an exhibition to see in the next couple of days so hopefully i'll keep myself busy.

I take photos with myself in to prove I still exist

Me
Originally uploaded by Paper Thin.

I'm finally taking photographs again, not very interesting ones but still.

I've got a couple of projects starting but everythings mainly just coating up to when i move out of my parental home at the end of the month.

Last day

It was my last day of work ...for a while. The last six months have deffo taught me a few things but when you take the rough with the smooth it wasn't that bad. I mean at least nobody got killed.
So with all this new found free time i'll be sure to take lots and lots of photographs, i promise.