Flotsam, Jetsum and Snapshots
Low quality digital, an old pentax 35mm, hey, even my cellphone camera'll do the trick. You're not looking at art photography here - just images that I have captured because I enjoyed the subject.
One of those helicopter-seedpod thingies - this one had been on the ground for some time. Love its decayed, wing-like quality.
My daughter and I always pick these things, blow them and make a wish. Then we found these huge ones! So of course, we made a big wish.
I don't know who "kammunity is" but I love your work. Urban street art in Jozi, created by removing the upper layer of a wall.
yeah, but these ones love each other. I discovered them in the veld on the banks of the Braamfontein Spruit.
I love French mustard, I love heraldic motifs and I love embossing. In the wax seal of the Pommery jar I got to enjoy all three.
No I didn't pop across to Russia to shoot this. I found it out there in cyberspace and I love it, so whoever shot it please let me know who you are, I'd love to buy a print! I.m a cold war kid and love the weird stuff that emerged from that era.
I'm and inveterate collector of labels and I love the retro/grunge look of this one.
I love losing myself in second-hand bookshops - not the de rigeur shops but the neglected ones with the "why-the-hell-would-you-buy-that?" books. I found a tatty childrens' book with this lovely illustration inside" sensitivity, skill, and no ego. Who even knows who the illustrator was?
My father-in-law, affectionately known as "Chum", left us his old Yashica when he passed away. It's just wonderful!
I enjoy 'recontextualized' graphics, images, symbols, numerals type, glyphs...removed from their original context and divested of their original meaning, they become fascinating in and of themselves, like runes or mystical symbols. I love them just for themselves; I admit to playing a fantasy game though - I imagine the markings having been made by otherworldly visitors or secret societies a la Dan Brown. Who knows - perhaps they do ...
An absent-minded doodle becomes eight figures in a pluviose landscape. I love to create almost unconsciously, like automatic writing.
Not five miles from the centre of Johannesburg and you get landscapes like this!
Eventually my favourite cotton shirt fell apart. Hopeless nostalgist that I am, I needed a photo before it became a pile of cleaning rags.
... that's what I call it anyway, my objets trouvé comprising rusty squashed metal things I find on the city roads. You can re-arrange them endlessly to form figures and designs. At no cost.
... and a tall one at that, in the courtyard of the Shine building in Braamfontein where I worked for a little design agency in 2013. I used to say to the guys, "So that's where the've been hiding the Ladder to Success - if only I'd known twenty years ago!"
Attending an architecture exhibition I nipped out a side door to go to the bathrooms and found this dry wall with a bucket and mop leaning against it. So, away with the bucket and mop to reveal something like a faded kelim!
Beautiful copper coloured leaf I found in my driveway. Who'd drive over this? How beautifully it curls in on itself, almost like a conch shell.
All over Jo'burg - in scruffy parks and beside litter-strewn urban rivers there are these delapedated childrens' playground objects which rust, groan and fall apart because our politicians clearly have more important things to do with our money (like attending conferences in Switzerland about the importance of pleasant environments for our children, for instance. Yeah, right.) Thanks to their greed and ineptitude, I get to enjoy the anti-aesthetic of these sad places.
One morning this had popped up in the garden.
Attending the 2013 Wits architecture awards evening, I noticed this cutting surface amidst the exquisitely made architectural models. It seemed like a physical memory of the labour that had gone into the pritstine finished pieces.