Narrative 2

Narrative 1

I have chosen to do 2 series of images based on previous experiments with overexposure and surrealism, each series has its own narrative and is based on dreams that I have had in the past.

FLICKR

... what are we meant to be doing again, setting up and account and then redoing all this blog on there? I don't really get it tbh.

So I have decided to carry on experimenting with over exposure but working with narrative, here are a few i took today, these are for one image in a series of 3, none of them turned out how I wanted, but I still find them really interesting. Its a work in progress, these had exposure times varying between 4 and 10 minutes.

Dolls

I seem to constantly have dreams about dolls in some form or other, I have a strange fascination with them.

I dunno what the heck is going on here, but every time I try and post it comes a blank... will keep trying or just bring all pictures to the lesson

Overexposure

I decided to experiment with overexposure. I think I may try using film and boosting the contrast through the enlarger.

Trapped

A reccuring theme of my dreams seems to be kidnap, in a roundabout way. I always escape tho ... or the dream ends before anything bad happens.... well apart from being kidnapped. I had this one where I was put in a bag, like an old potato sack, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't even fit in one of those, but anyway it was rather claustrophobic... as usual I escaped, to find that I was on a boat. I snuck out of the room i was in up some stairs and ran to the end of the boat i dived into the water and began to swim but the kidnappers saw me and released some melons into the water to slow me down (all realistic you see) then as i was swimming i saw a giraffe swimming and i thought to myself, I'm pretty tired. So I swam over and grabbed round its neck so it would pull me along. It looked pretty pissed off to say the least. After a while I let go as I saw another boat which I climbed on. I ran through the boat which proceeded to turn into a pizzaria. As I ran out the front I realised it was a cobbled street and not on a boat at all. Left confused. The dream ended.

Childhood

When I was 2 I fell down the stairs, for a long time after that, not that I even remember the event itself, I had dreams of falling down the stairs, more often than not floating, my feet not even on the ground, floating around me were hundreds of those paper lanterns you make when you're a child, all different sizes, almost like a shoal of jellyfish.