While in Mozambique last year, I spent about 12 hours over the course of two days riding in the back of a pickup truck. I started photographing as an exercise, but it soon became something else - a way to connect with the landscapes and people that were passing by at 60+ mph… even if it was just an instant. Here are 13 of those photographs, presented in the order in which they were taken.
My work explores the relationship between postmodern discourse and vegetarian ethics.
With influences as diverse as Caravaggio and John Cage, new variations are crafted from both opaque and transparent discourse.
Ever since I was a pre-adolescent I have been fascinated by the essential unreality of the zeitgeist. What starts out as triumph soon becomes finessed into a hegemony of power, leaving only a sense of chaos and the chance of a new reality.
As undefined phenomena become distorted through studious and critical practice, the viewer is left with a summary of the limits of our existence.
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As I was reading last night, I came across the following joke/story. Maybe I’m misunderstanding what the protests are about and interjecting my own feelings, but it really seems to get at the heart of why people are angry. At the very least, it’s what confuses me…
A senior partner of a global management consultancy company suffering from overwork, stress and nervous exhaustion decides to take an extended holiday. He stays at a tiny Mexican fishing village, a long way off the tourist map. Late one afternoon he finds himself in conversation with a local fisherman. He asks the fisherman about his life.
“Well,” the fisherman replies in halting English, “I sleep late. Take the boat out in the early afternoon and catch enough fish for my family and some more to sell so that I have money to buy other kinds of food and a little wine. When the sun goes down I join my friends at the local bar and we drink and we talk. Then I go to bed.”
The consultant is intrigued. ”Why don’t you get up earlier, go out in your boat a little longer, and catch more fish to sell?” he asks.
“Why would I want to do that?” the fisherman responds.
“Well, with the extra money you could save up and buy another boat, and employ another fisherman and catch even more fish.”
“So what would I do then?”
“Well, with the extra money you could continue to buy more boats - maybe a trawler or two . and recruit more fishermen, and before long you would have your own fishing fleet.”
“What then?”
“Then you would have a healthy balance sheet that you could take to a bank or investment company, an you could get financing to buy up other fleets. You could take your company public and trade shares on the New York stock exchange. You could build a fishing empire and then think about diversifying, maybe into the wider agricultural sector or maybe the leisure industry or anything you like. You could become a Fortune 500 company, with your picture on the front of Forbes magazine.”
What then?”
“Well, hey, then you could sell up. You would have a personal fortune. You could live the life of your dreams, with no more stress and worry. You could settle in some little village, sleep late in the mornings, maybe take a little boat out to do some fishing and spend the evenings with your friends at the local bar…”
A photo from my safari series is featured on flak photo today. here
Some of my images from the Spring issue of Resource magazine, including the cover…
There are a few editorial stories I’ve shot that are coming out now. Here’s one from Luxe Magazine. Tomorrow I’ll post another…
A shoot from November that was just published in Kiwi magazine. There’s a crazy story about the shoot day, that I may tell in the next few days… But for now, here are the tears.
