Showing posts with label #southsea. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #southsea. Show all posts

Sunday, 27 November 2016

Southsea Ghetto

 St Judes, Portsmouth by Five Architects 

What makes a good picture? Whether it is a photograph or a painting, a sketch or a piece of embroidery, the number one litmus test has to be: does it look good? The photo above looks good.

Which leads to secondary questions.   What makes it look good? Is it the subject matter,the colours,  the composition, the message, the mood you're in right now?   Do you want to keep on looking at it? If you keep looking will you see more?

For the picture above - the subject matter is workaday: roofs, chimneys, a steeple, sky.  Every city, town, village, hamlet has those.  Colour? well the picture is monochrome but the fifty shades of grey are as expressive as a rainbow.  The composition is spot on.  How can I say that? It just looks right.  Is there a message? Is it nostalgic: this is a timeless cityscape, it could be a Victorian photograph, it could have been taken a few weeks ago. Do I want to keep looking at it? Yes, I'd like it on my wall, I'm sure I could see it anew for ever.

Here's another couple of questions.  Why do so many people buy bad postcards?  Why are they even produced?

There are technical questions too.  For some people that would be the important part. In a photography competition the criteria would be quite different to my litmus test.  I'm not really interested in the technical side of photography.  I'm a philistine. I know what I like, even if I don't know why.   The following picture had a 6 second exposure usin 2x Formatt Hitech reverse grad ND filters.  I don't know what that means but I know I like the image.

Fluid Motion by Howard Hurd

The technical trick of using a long exposure turns another potentially workaday setting into an abstract image.  The wave takes on the quality of Trump's hairpiece or the banshees escaping from the ark of the covenant or becomes a statement about impermanence in a rigid world or an example of chaos theory. Or anything you want it to be.  Even a wave breaking over a promenade.

Floating crane Canute by Grzegorz Kopacz

If we're talking about composition take a look at Canute here.  The reason that Aunty Flo's holiday snaps look rubbish is that she positions Uncle Ernest right there in the middle in the viewfinder (and waits till he looks really uncomfortable before taking the shot).  Canute is taking advantage of the Golden Ratio.  The photo is not of the tree, although that takes up a large part of the picture. Your eye is drawn to the crane.

There's something about juxtaposition too, the tree, irregular but recognisable and the crane, fixed and solid but strangely strange, looking like a post industrial dinosaur marauding the countryside.

 Last leaf of Autumn by Five Architects

With a whole world of photo art available at a mouse click or two what is the point of taking the same photo that has been taken a thousand times before?  No, seriously, I'm asking.  In one sense the photo above is totally original. Probably, no-one else took a picture of that leaf, in that tree, with that sky.  In another sense that is just another Classic Autumn Photo.  Here's a few reasons for taking it: it looks good (Litmus test passed); the photographer wanted that shot, his own version of that shot; it is a particularly good version of that shot, clarity, composition, colour are all spot on.  When I was mooching through Five Architects photos it stood out as an eyecatching image.

The photographers featured in this post are all Portsmouth based.  They all know each other,  They share interests - photography, architecture, street art, for starters.  They photograph a lot of the same things.  Southsea shore, the piers, the fairground, Portsmouth's brutalist architecture.  The challenge has to be how do you take an original picture of something that has been photographed a thousand times.  Here's a couple of answers to that:
 
Spinnaker Tower, Portsmouth by Howard Hurd

Spinnaker Tower, Portmsouth by Grzegorz Kopacz



CP Fastenings by  Five Architects 

Explanatory note: I asked Five Architects, Howard Hurd and Gregorz Kopacz if I could use their photos in this blog.  I didn't ask for specific photos or say what I was going to do with them.  All three graciously gave permission, for which I thank them.  The very simple reason I wanted to use the pictures is because over the past few months I have seen their work on Twitter and thought how powerful many of the images are and how well they would fit on a Corn Poppy blog

Portsmouth Catherdral by Howard Hurd

The pictures I chose are not necessarily the images that the photographers themselves would have chosen.  My criteria was images I liked.  Full stop.  All of the images used have already been shared by the photographers on Twitter @fivearchitects, @HowardHurd, @G3Kopacz.  Find them and follow them for more excellent work.

 Hot Walls studio, Southsea by Gregorz Kapocz

 This is the closest I found to a group photo.  Thanks you guys.

Picture of Five Architects and Howard Hurd  by Gregorz Kopacz


Saturday, 26 November 2016

My voice will keep your brain active


Whether you think you can 
or you think you can't, 
you're probably right

 Morris Dancers, Basingstoke

Hey lads, if we all work together 
we can totally smash the system

Come on I'm Herman Ebbinhhaus 

Don't mind me, I'm just gonna look around
Frolics, Samo, Southsea

Frolic: Activities performed by an employee during working hours that are not considered to be in the course of his or her employment, since they are for the employee's personal purposes only.

Fark, Southsea

Live brief

Bark, Southsea
My giddy ant

Friday, 14 October 2016

Art is change; art is never changing

Muggles, Miss Wah, Southsea

One day a couple of years ago I went to the Tate Modern, spent a couple of hours looking around and decided that much of the modern art contained therein suffered from that modern malaise wherein a purpose is replaced with a punchline. A cartoon with a caption, which in a newpaper is worth a  thousand words, but in a gallery is worth doodly squat.

M-One, Southsea

Piece after piece juxtaposed two images or concepts with that juxtaposition being the whole message.  Snow White with a Machine Gun, Hitler reading the Beano.  You know the sort of thing.  You didn't stop to look at the brushwork or consider the style or composition.  You looked for the joke, then you moved on.

Sticker Art, Strong Island, Southsea

I left Tate Modern (a place that I had visited because I like contemporary art) and went to the National Gallery (a place I tended not to visit because I had no interest in classical art - through being bored stupid by it at school).  I was (needless to say) overwhelmed.

Paste-up, Southsea

Standing in front of a painting and realising you are standing in front of the greatest painting in the world is an amazing feeling. Then taking five steps to the right and realising that this one is even better.

Paste-up, Southsea
All this useless beauty.

Stencil art, Southsea

British Art Show 8 is currently in Southampton.  There was one video installation which held my interest start to finish but not much else.  So I went to Southsea looking for paste-ups, stickers an stencils.  Are they great art?  Not really.  Are they an interesting diversion?  Yes. They're the urban equivalent of bright red corn poppies in a field of green.

Paste up, Southsea

Finally.
Have you seen this cat? Or slipper?


Wednesday, 12 October 2016

Love is about Change; Love is about Never Changing

The Corn Poppy, Southsea

You may have noticed, you may not, that The Corn Poppy has been quiet lately.  There is a reason. Disillusion.  Existential angst.  I took a step back and wondered why the heck I was doing this.  In the beginning there was a purpose, the first 100 posts were an attempt to answer a question, looking for a definition of Art.  It was quite fun.  As I worked my way  through the question I became more and more enamoured of street art and graffiti.

Morf, Southsea

There came a new purpose.  I take my camera out and take pictures of graffiti for you.  Show you some things you might have otherwise missed. Street art, and more particularly graffiti, is both transient and localised.  Photographers and bloggers help that art to reach a wider audience.  A piece on a subway wall in Smalltown, UK, noticed by few and appreciated by less, could be seen by people all over.  You're welcome.


I went to a street art festival a few weeks ago and took hundreds of pictures.  This will keep the blog going for ages I thought.  But looking through the pictures I questioned why I should post them.  These weren't untutored bursts of expression from idiot savants; these were professional illustrators and art students painting out of doors.   There was some good art but not so much graffiti.  The big pieces, the marquee pieces, were striking, impressive but . . . something was missing.  It was all a bit mainstream.


Even the surrealism that affects much modern graffiti is ordinary. The experimental is now conventional, the experimental is now conventional.  In a world where Donald Trump is a contender for the world's highest public office you have to take surrealism (and satire) to a whole new level.  The conventional is now experimental.


The mainstream and I parted company decades ago.  It was a mutual agreement.  I didn't want to do mainstream and mainstream wanted nothing to do with me.  I didn't want Uncle Walt being the arbiter of my cultural experiences, I didn't want a life soundtracked by the Top 20 (any more), I didn't want my time orderd by tv listings, I didn't want my choices to be made for me by Sunday supplements. So I sailed off my own sweet way.

I could say more but it'll only cause a scrap.

Sunday, 17 July 2016

Bubbling under

Play dead present 33rpm
continued

Real, One
poppin' a bottle o' Grey Goose vodka 
(but never finishin' it)

Lou Bliss, The Headless One
the Stele of Jeu


Ellie Potter, Flaws
I thought back to when I was fifteen
and I was squeaky clean
. . . dreading that anyone would read my diary . . .
Kimya Dawson, All I could be

 Connor Tyler, Dead Flowers
and you can bring me dead flowers every morning, 
send me dead flowers by the mail, 
send me dead flowers to my wedding
and i won't forget to put dead roses on your grave
Jagger & Richards (channelling Gram and Townes)

 Josh Davies, Olivgrun
oh, the sisters of mercy, they are not forgotten or gone

Neil Layton, Emily Brown & Stanley in Space
I'll stand by Stanley
No matter what he said
I'll stand by Stanley
Until the day he plays dead

Lefty Sketch
Lefty he can't sing the blues
all night long like he used to

Jasmine May, Wolf
He smiled to see her cry

Jack Williams, Spinnaker tower
stand by the shore
sail away, sail away 

Sam Hugh, You will never be one of us
Gabba gabba 
we accept you

art from Play Dead studio, Southsea, July 2016