halloween 2009

Paris #1

All photos taken on my recent visit, with Thomas, to Paris

blood eye

children #16

children #15

Hide Behind the Shroud

Hide behind the shroud

Let the birds guide us

Follow the worn path

Fall down the well

Climb the trees to danger

Seeing through clouds

Rolling down hills

I've seen your face before

children #14

THIS IS THE LAST OF THE LITTER OF SIX,

here we have a 3 day old kittens skull, it is a little bit biger than in the picture, as the picture is of a newly born kitten aprox 1 cm bigger , its cleaned an bleached to the highest standerd by proffecinal taxidermist (not, speller).this is ideal 4 the serious collector, as i sell taxidermy world wide this is from ,animal atractions,an wildlife decor ,since 1974 also i give percent to rspca on this item THIS IS THE LAST OF THE LITTER OF SIX,

play fast with the truth

as if it wasn't your intention to mislead

colour dash

red makes me think of bitten finger

nails

blue..............................
.............................smile

purple............................
.............................hands

brown.............................
...........................fingers

black.............................
.........................eyelashes

ink absorbs into the skin like ointment

dreams I may have had #5

I'm under a bridge
so many bats above
I catch the liquid dripping down until it is enough to drink
I drink
everyone tells me I will get sick
drinking the bat juice
I wait
and wait
wandering the stalls above
but I don't get sick

children #13

my doppleganger

everyone is supposed to have one. I think I found mine.
So much so that for a while I thought this was me,
as I'd saved it as 'me'.
Talk about false memories.

children #12

children #11

Giacomo Brunelli

Late last year I took a detour to the New Art Gallery, Walsall to see a small exhibition of William Blake's illustrations, Angels and Imagination. The real revelation came when I took the escalator to the top floor, here were a series of black and white prints by photographer Giacomo Brunelli, Animals. Small inky black prints with hand cut rounded corners and black borders they were intensely intimate and personal images of chanced upon encounters with animals, often domestic, both dead and alive. They're wild, feral, dogs snarl, cats cower, small mammals die, and the photographer is right in amongst them, there's hardly any distance between his camera and the subject.

He uses an old Miranda 35mm SLR camera to take these pictures, a camera that used to belong to his dad, and prints his black and white film in a makeshift darkroom. He likes to work in the half-light and many times in the series the subject is picked out by a limited depth of field against a blurred background. He's a hunter in the early mornings, going out to see what he can find, and the images portray a powerful personal vision of mostly dark and light, brutal and energetic, and strangely uplifting.

www.giacomobrunelli.com

there's a church on my street

kaleidoscope eyes

darling it's better down where it's wetter

children #10

unicorns upset me

Leah Meyerhoff





























If anyone has read 'Not wanted on the voyage' you'll know the hell why.

children #9

children #8

one day til dark

this tree has just been felled