show by Josephine Pryde, Berlin based, British photographer, who subverts the glossy advertising style of images our lives are saturated with.
I hope to go to her talk.
I'm trying to avoid reading up the bumpf before i walk round somewhere.
Always feel for artists stuck up on the first floor. less foot fall. but i guess the distraction of the view of the water concentrates the gaze. hard not to be distracted or trip over the surreal placement of a train large enough to sit on that sat pointlessly awaiting a bum at one end of the room.
quite how the hornsby collectors' wet dream fitted in I couldn't be sure, these thoughts more unnerving with photos of white liquids bubbling in photos around the track. cornflour and water forms formed from noise from speakers apparently. all a bit too obtuse for me
the photos in main rooms are apparently staged and lit in the 'blue hour' the time between dawn and day when natural light lends a sci-fi glow to natural lighting.
The idea being apparently that the objects we use have become more and more an extension of ourselves. we do hold (our) world in the palm of our hands, hence the shots of long slim manicured fingered anonymous hands holding various objects, phones and gestures.
Did make me think about the photography final show at bower ashton and that becoming a fine artist, lecturer, success, whatever, someone with gravitas and appeal is all such a load of blurry bollocks. do what feels right, it can't be wrong, but it probably will be but by then you'll have moved on, no-one will give a crap so there's no point in giving one either.
http://www.arnolfini.org.uk/whatson/josephine-pryde
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