Way back in July I buried my head in a sand of despair of photography and it’s taken me months to pull it out. I learned through this whole self indulgent episode that I was bitten by the photography bug because it pleased me and was not about pleasing others. Following prescribed assignments that asked me to replicate a style of photography that I had no affinity with did little to inspire me and burned away at my creative appetite. For me photography was something I did to relax and enjoy but I just wasn’t having fun any more.
As part of facing my photographic demons, last weekend I reviewed my final landscape assignment photographs. The intention of this assignment was to document a modified landscape in the modernist style. Although the examples we were given were flat, stark and in my mind and eye soulless I used a local home re-locaters yard as my subject. Over a number of weeks I returned time and time again to these sad redundant buildings waiting to be recycled and find another life on another plot of land.
I was continually drawn to the kitchens of the buildings, although abandoned they were often pretty much intact. My final assignment edit boiled down to these few photographs. I noticed the other day that these buildings have now been sold and moved off the house movers site. I wonder whether these kitchens have been ripped out and replaced with something shiny and new. Somehow I feel sorry if that were the case.