maggie's

Arrival - Departure

2009-06-23T21:28:00.005+01:00

Homemade Pinhole Image

Flight

2009-04-09T22:51:00.002+01:00

Cyanotype Photograms

Morning Star

2009-04-08T20:57:00.001+01:00

Fragments

cyanotype Photogram

A' Coimhead a mach air maduinn chiuin

2009-04-01T01:02:00.004+01:00

Taken with an old Agfa, 120 6x6 film

Standing in the wheel house looking at an ancient landscape.

Skimming Stones

2009-03-12T20:38:00.001Z

A children's pinhole workshop

2009-02-19T09:21:00.001Z

Agfa isola bought of ebay for a few pounds

on top of the hill you have masts in one direction and a neolithic wheel house in the other. its amazing just contemplate it

taken with an old Agfa i love all the marks on the lens where, why, who looked through the viewfinder before me

for this project i didn't want to contrive an end image IE adding scratches and dust, i wanted to add to that cameras memory by taking my own images with it, whatever damage there was to the lens being as important as the end image, maybe a part of me was added like a memory a scratch or fibre, dust.

2009-02-13T15:48:00.004Z

on top of the hill you have masts in one direction and a neolithic wheel house in the other. its amazing, just contemplate it

taken with an old Agfa i love all the marks on the lens where, why, who looked through the viewfinder before me

for this project i didn't want to contrive an end image IE adding scratches and dust, i wanted to add to the cameras memory by taking my own images with it, whatever damage there was to the lens being as important as the end image, maybe a part of me was added like a memory a scratch, fibre or dust.

The Old Shop

2009-01-15T14:18:00.006Z

The rafters bare the roof is gone
Starlings roost where bacon hung
And nails grow thin and rust away
Where boots were often on display

The smells have vanished in the breeze
Of paraffin and ropes and cheese,
Of salted fish, Milanda bread,
The smell of rotting pine instead.

The counter where he nudged the scales
Is bleached by sun and winter rains,
A spider makes a web in vain
Around the dusty window pane.

And where the flour was kept in sack
Where hungry mice might find a snack,
The concrete floor is bare and stark,
And all around is bleak and dark.

Rev Dr John Ferguson

My dear Uncle John passed away 06/01/09, life ticks by in a comfy routine but then in a space of a few months it changes and the friends and securities that you took for granted have gone, and life has lost it's colour, and the brighter the day the sadder you feel.

drawings at the water's edge, the end of our summer

2008-12-07T01:10:00.006Z

Life will never be the same again

for Anne, Mairi, Deborah, Amanda & Marnie

Wash-day Blues In Black & White

2008-11-14T13:53:00.005Z

A constant battle with the elements

pinholga

Ikebana workshop

2008-11-02T14:25:00.006Z

Double exposed pinhole about 30 mins

Bha ochd againn anns a rum.
(There was eight of us in the room)

Looking at solidity and the traces left behind

Linn

2008-10-23T15:11:00.008+01:00

Photogram, discription of gererational influence

photograms from the darkroom scanned and layered in gimp,

Linn, leen, n. f. a generation, age, ministration, incumbency or time in office, race, offspring; family; ri linn do sheanmhair, i.e. during the time of your grandmother, ie long, long ago; is iomadh linn a chuir thu romhad, you sent many a generation before you; deireadh linn, youngest, last of a family; anns na linntean deireanach, in the latter days; o linn gu linn, from generation to generation

Ikebana

2008-10-23T09:30:00.006+01:00

Uist is a mostly treeless landscape with only small plantations, a single tree here and there that has set seed against the odds, battered by the Atlantic winds and bleached by the sun they can produce the most wonderful shapes sometimes only a few branches bloom, coming back year after year, the rest has succumbed, the dead wood plays host to moses and lichens, they remind me so much of my culture and language.

Aisling - dream - Sounds of the City ~ Scent of the Sea

2008-10-07T20:28:00.008+01:00

I want to capture an image of a place I go, a space with no time and multiple planes of existence coincide at once, what hasn't been said can be said and what hasn't been done can be done.

Representative of the conflicts that go on inside my head, spirituality versus science.

People that are no longer here, imprinted on the land, their energy is eternal.

My image is a pinhole image the negative has been exposed three times, a collage of images though not in the conventional sense