Same-Same, but different

The scattering of these mounds of dirt remind me of the stillness and scattering of these American footballers. I like the space between both the footballers and the dirt.

I took this in the mid-nineties when I was a student at Victoria University in Wellington. It was early summer and I think the dirt mounds had been placed there in different spots ready to fill in holes in the playing surface. This park was used for rugby and soccer training.

Austin, Texas

Another Garry Winogrand photograph taken in Texas. This time in Austin, Texas. I like Texas. I like the way the letters look written down. It makes some kind of cowboy sense that that the X is in the middle of the name.

Over the years I've been there around three or four times. Mainly Dallas, but also Houston and Galveston and some smaller towns. Each time has been a slightly strange experience. I was there, for example, just days after Hurricane Katrina. That was a strange mixed up time for the locals and the people pouring in from New Orleans. So much, more than water, was rising to the surface.

There's a connection for me with Texas and my photographs. A relationship of sorts, but I don't, as yet, know what it is.

Not moving, Still

I took this picture about four years ago. I like how it looks, like it's captured something moving, but it hasn't. It's a still rock. I seem to be attracted to this oxymoron; a still, moving picture. In contrast to this, but probably connected, a lot of the movies I am drawn to have a moving stillness to them.

I like movie directors and their cinematographers who are able to slow down time in the way they pace a movie. Two movies I've been enjoying like this are Jim Jarmusch's The Limits of Control and This Must be the Place starring Sean Penn and directed by Paolo Sorrentino. Many of the shots in these movies are like still photographs that move.

There's something about this slow pacing I find poignantly beautiful.  It seems to allow the viewer more time to contemplate the ideas being communicated. This is probably why I'm attracted to the still photos of certain photographers and what I look for or desire in my own work; a pacing which allows for a contemplative space, a mental intimacy.