As part of an on going exploration of the relation between Life, Death and Photography, Andrew photographed the partially cleared home of his late grandparents.
The exploration, in this case, sought to document areas that trigger personal memories. From the living room where the whole family would cram in to for Christmas present opening to the chair the cousins would fight over.
Further to these personal memories come elements which all of us can connect with on a level. The difference between a worn carpet compared to where the bed once stood. The decay as part of a house which was a struggle to keep. The garden which was once a center of great pride, sitting unloved and rotting.
This evening I had an interesting phone call from a former member of 1189 Portsmouth Squadron ATC who had found one of my projects on my website while researching. Having been a member of the squadron all the way back in the 50’s he was seeking to show his grandchildren some of his past.
Photography has a responsibility to trigger nostalgia and to evidence the past. As photographers we are professional observers who’s job it is to document the world around us.
Old Brewery House
A couple of years ago I began a thought process surround the relationship between Life, Death and Photography and began gathering various images to supplement my thoughts and feelings surrounding it.
Photography has a responsibility to show, wherever possible, the truth. To throw off the rose tinted glasses and to show the world in all its glory, even if that glory is something many do not wish to see.
In the past 24 hours my family have seen the safe arrival of mine and my partners new daughter. Alice entered this world at 11.24pm on the 11th of August 2016 and I had my camera of course.
It’s always important to get those precious moments, those first cuddles and the first meetings with grandparents, but what about the first breaths? Anyone who has seen or experienced birth knows that it is a messy business but one that can be very humbling indeed. In my images captured during the birth of my daughter I wanted to show as much of birth as I could ‘warts ‘n’ all’.
This blog post will be one of several studying this area of anthropology however I must warn the reader at this point that some of the images are graphic. For this post I will leave it at this one image, taken just seconds after my daughter breathed her first breath. My pursuit is in search of that honest document of Life and Death and its relationship with Photography.
May Bank Holiday weekend saw the return of my wedding season with the marriage of Tina and Wayne. A church wedding held at the John Pounds Unitarian Church in Old Portsmouth, Hampshire, England.
I always try and look at a wedding from a different perspective, I’m not just a photographer but a thinker on photography and what the photographic image means. The bride was preparing for her big day in the house she had grown up in and so when it came to leave one of the neighbours came out excitedly to see her off. This image made me think about how this now elderly couple had known Tina and her brother since they were babies and the connection between them is a lifelong one that has seen many changes along the way.
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Along the themes of memory and preservation of history, this set of images are of the Air Training Corps squadron local to me in Portsmouth.
1189 Squadron was a very large part of my life for over 5 years where I was an Air Cadet. I hold my time there responsible for many of the attributes I carry with me today as an adult and feel they made me the man I am today.
These aspects included; self respect, time management, confidence, abilities to handle pressure and presentation abilities. This is amongst very simple things such as how to iron a shirt or a pair of trousers or how to polish a pair of shoes to the point of seeing your face.
I recently learned that, in early 2016, the unit will be leaving the building they’ve occupied for over 15 years. While this is sad for what the building stands for I am relieved that they get to continue doing the great work they do with many more generations.
To the unaware a lot of the images won’t mean anything at all but to those who have passed through here over the years they mean everything. Whether it’s something as simple as the kitchen sink where I remember spending many a shift as ‘duty cadet’ washing up or the band store with instruments that have been used by literally multiple generations.
1189 Squadron lives on and are recruiting all the time for cadets and staff so please do find out more or simply ask for more information.
When this set of photographs was first taken my grandfather was still alive so they were more about gathering memories of this house before he moved out and into a sheltered living arrangement. Many of the images were from recollections when growing up and visiting both my paternal grandparents. In the over 10 years since his wife had died my grandfather’s house underwent little to no change. The only real change had been him relocating his bed to the living room as mobility up and down the stairs started to become more of a concern.
The set of images was shot on medium format film, Kodak Portra 160, using a Mamiya RB67.