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 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?
for what reason, purpose, or cause?:
“Tell me why are you’re here?”
for or because of which:
“There is no reason why he shouldn’t”.
an introductory expression of surprise, disagreement, indignation, etc.:
“Why, don’t be so silly!”
Let me premise this by saying that I’m not a photographer. Heck, I don’t even own a real camera. I’m just a knucklehead with an iPhone!