A challenge a day keeps the sickness away
This week I’ve been engrossed in “The Chronicles of Nausea”.
As you can imagine, when you’re captivated by such a literary chef-d’œuvre (don’t mention chef), your motivation, inspiration and appetite (literally) wane. Continue reading When in doubt, deadlines and challenges!
Ah, Sunday morning!
A chance to sleep in, perhaps? Maybe a lazy morning watching cartoons with the kids? Or a late, leisurely breakfast with the family?
Nup! The alarms goes off when it’s still dark outside. A quick coffee is gulped down before driving to my favourite local beach.
The morning chill nips at me as I unload plastic, camera, towel and other odds and ends from the car. The oddly spaced stairs leading down to the beach induce the familiar, awkward gait as I rush down before the sun cracks the horizon. The deserted beach ensures I don’t have to trek far to find unspoiled, footprint free sand. The unsullied sand is however deceptively sodden from the ebbing tide. There’s a frantic scramble to set up multiple shots, each adjacent to the next, in the hope of capturing the rising sun in multiple shots and angles, before it rises to high. LEGO is dusted, positioned, checked. LEGO falls. Muttered cursing fractures the cockcrow hush. LEGO is re-dusted, re-positioned, and re-checked.
And then I wait.
Continue reading The things we do
New Year’s resolutions? Shelly has chosen five words to define her new year. Kristina is planning a “52 project” for this year.
I’ve never been one for New Year’s resolutions. As someone who struggles to keep track of his age, what day of the week it is, even what year it is at times, I find it odd that people need a certain date to set their personal agendas and goals? Sure, I’m all for setting goals, but I don’t think I need a particular date in a calendar to do so? Continue reading That Pebble In My Shoe
Finding what you didn’t know you were looking for, until you’ve found it.
I’m sure we’ve all been there.
You set out to take a photograph with a clear idea in mind. It’s crystal clear. Just right.
Then, as you start to shoot, you discover something new. Your envisaged photo, albeit still wonderful, is overtaken by this newly discovered purpose. All that you’d hope for when you set out, is still there. A hope. A promise that will one day be honoured. Continue reading New Year’s Revelations
On behalf of Boris, Vesa, Mike and myself, I want to officially welcome Brett Wilson to the Stuck in Plastic team!
Yes, I realize that’s a really weird statement to make since Brett has been writing a weekly post for the blog since April of this year. He has been one of many guest posters that have been gracious enough to share their knowledge, wisdom and experiences with this community. But in the last few months he has moved beyond being a very reliable guest poster to being a reliable and insightful member of our little group. Continue reading Welcome Brett Wilson!
The slog to show
For those of you playing along at home, you’ll remember I recently came to terms with the fact that I am a toy photographer and that what I do, toy photography, might actually be perceived as a form of art by others.
The epiphany of appreciating that what I do might be art, couldn’t have come at a more opportunistic time. Continue reading Exhibition expedition
You do what?
Actually, what is it I do?
I’ve been asked why I do what I do by Stuck In Plastic before. I’ve been asked how I do what I do before on Instagram. I’ve been asked who are my favourite figures. I’ve even been asked when is my favourite time to do it. But recently I was asked what I do, and the question threw me. Continue reading You do what?
I’m not a punk, how can I be?
Serious works with limited means
I grew up on a steady diet of punk rock.
Three decades have passed since I bought my first punk album, In My Head by Black Flag. My musical tastes have broadened and, some might say, mellowed. But my belief in the punk rock ethos hasn’t waned. Continue reading I’m not a punk, how can I be?