First station: Reflections

When I was asked by Me2 to participate to his little adventure, it did not take me long to say Yes. He did not say much but he invited me to write twelve articles on twelve mysterious words.

I have no idea what I am getting into, but I will play along.

'Life is a journey, not a destination” - Ralph Waldo EmersonClick To Tweet

I don’t know where I am going, but let’s put on some music, some acoustic guitar.

Hop on this train (*) with me and let’s see where it will bring us.
A journey to the unknown.
First stop: Reflections. Continue reading “First station: Reflections”

Why? – The Origin story by Ballou34

Have you ever asked yourself why you were doing the things you do, the things that you like, the things that motivate you?

That is the question Shelly asked me. And to be honest, it is not an easy task.

It’s like asking Bruce Wayne why he became Batman or Anakin Skywalker why he became Darth Vader… Continue reading “Why? – The Origin story by Ballou34”

Portrait vs Poor Trait

Is it a poor trait of the LEGO minifigures?

It was noted, as we were deciding which images to include in the next BricksCulture magazine article last Sunday/Monday (a bloody hard task I might add due to the sheer awesomeness of all the submissions), that the majority of the photos submitted were landscape format.

This got me thinking. Continue reading “Portrait vs Poor Trait”

The ambiguity of stuff

End of shift on Endor

ambiguity

[am-bi-gyoo-i-tee]
noun
doubtfulness or uncertainty of meaning or intention

stuff
[stuhf]
noun
material to be worked upon or to be used in making something

Whilst fleshing out the next BricksCulture article about Star Wars, we touched on the subject of the Stormtroopers and their adoption by the LEGO photography community. These endearing characters have become a favourite amongst us as subject matters. Despite their faces being hidden behind their buckets, a raft of emotions can be portrayed with these much-loved characters. Continue reading “The ambiguity of stuff”

Forced Perspective?

Peek-A-BB-Boo

Um, I think it’s just perspective when you’re lying in the dirt photographing toys?

The forced perspective technique sways our perception with the use of optical illusions to make objects appear larger, smaller, further away, or closer than they actually are. It manipulates perception through the use of scaled objects and the correlation between them and the vantage point of the camera. Continue reading “Forced Perspective?”

A Reminder To Remember

"I wish I was a unicorn..."

Baader-Meinhof? I’ve been seeing a lot of that lately?

Your friend tells you about an obscure “mathcore” band they’ve only just discovered.

Later that afternoon, you stumble onto one of their albums as you flick through vinyl at your local record store. Then you see a poster for their upcoming tour through the train window on your way home that evening. Hang on a minute, that’s them playing in that car commercial on TV, too! Continue reading “A Reminder To Remember”

aBC of Bricks

aBC of Bricks

aBC of Bricks

A recap of the exhibition’s opening night

As John Williams’ Cantina Band started to play through the speakers, I twisted the top off  a well-earned beer, sinking back into the couch to take in the scene. All the dramas, hiccups and stresses subsided as I took in what we’d achieved.

aBC of Bricks
aBC of Bricks

Christoffer’s (@east_mountain) triptych adorned the main wall opposite the entrance to the gallery; a fitting place for a wonderful piece.  As I sank into the couch below sipping my beer, with the bucket divided into three over me, we both looked out on the walls filled with photographs of LEGO; photos by Christoffer and I, our children and our two mates.

aBC of Bricks
aBC of Bricks

Sarah from a Gallery in Preston laid out a table of her own LEGO for visitors to play with. People mingled, snapped bricks, reminisced, shared childhood memories of plastic and chatted.

aBC of Bricks
aBC of Bricks

Sean (@theshortnews) and his wife Maria arrived bearing gifts. Something that didn’t surprise me coming from these two lovely people. What did surprise me was the flowers and chocolates (if you look carefully you can see them in the shot above) were from Shelly! Shelly, thank you! Sean and Maria, thank you! This was such a lovely gesture.

aBC of Bricks
aBC of Bricks

I cannot thank Sarah enough for everything she did. Yes, that’s still her name, and yes, that’s her in the pineapple outfit.

aBC of Bricks
aBC of Bricks

Around forty people walked through the gallery door; friends, familiar faces, familiar names, familiar usernames, new faces and new names.

aBC of Bricks
aBC of Bricks

Little pink stickers below my kids’ and Christoffer’s kid’s photos brought on a sense of pride in me that is indescribable. Seeing their faces as they saw stickers placed below their photos by Sarah is something I’ll never forget. Those expressions didn’t dwindle, even as the pink stickers doubled, even tripled, in the case of one of their photos.

aBC of Bricks
aBC of Bricks

The night flew by in a blur.

I wish it didn’t.

I mentioned last post, that sometimes words fall short. This is again one of those times.

I wish I had the words to thank all the people who supported and encouraged me. I wish I had the words to thank everyone who attended opening night. If only I had the words to show my gratitude to Sarah for everything she did. I wish there were words to describe how good the jaffle and beer were we had at the bar across the road after the gallery closed.  And I wish I could find the words to thank Christoffer for sharing these gallery walls with me.

But I simply don’t.

-Brett

Reimagined re:image

Walkies

Return to render

AliceinCleveland’s post Doctor Photostein’s Monster about revisiting past photos struck a nerve of late. AliceinCleveland wrote about returning to photos and bringing them back to life through re-editing. I’ve returned to some of my earlier photos, well, more the ideas behind the photos, to reshoot them for the exhibition. Continue reading “Reimagined re:image”

Nice guys finish aghast

Nice guys finish aghast

Dotting the eyes and crossing the wheeze

With less than a week until the printing deadlines, the looming exhibition again is all I’ve had time for this week.

So, please, indulge me as I regale you with the past week’s undertakings.

I sit and wait until that moment arrives
I’m so excited that I tingle inside
Regurgitator – Miffy’s Simplicity

There’s been emails. So many emails. Last minute ramblings, in the vague hope that the recipients will be able to decipher my manic garble, and respond with clarification. Continue reading “Nice guys finish aghast”