About Sodley-on-Sea.....

About Sodley-on-Sea....

This ongoing series of photographs started with a question.
"Can I make a kind of fucked up social documentary photography series about England using dioramas made up of images sourced from the net so I can stay at home and watch the telly at the same time?"

Monday, 28 September 2015

Group Show 46 F*CKED UP.

Very pleased to have one of the Sodley-on-Sea pictures featured in HUMBLE ARTS FOUNDATION, GROUP SHOW F*cked Up. It's the picture Beauty Spot Above Sodley-Sea, HERE

Sunday, 26 July 2015

At The Beach Sodley-on-Sea.

Sodley beach. I like to think of this picture as the bastard love child of Martin Parr's beach photo's and the traditional Bamforth dirty postcard...

Sunday, 5 July 2015

Sunday, 7 June 2015

Summer Fete Sodley-on-Sea

The Sodley summer fete annual 'Vegetables that look like a cock prize' is attracting more visitors each year and Sodley Council are happy to encourage it.

Monday, 25 May 2015

Friday, 8 May 2015

Stabbing At The Kebab Shop 2015

You may notice it's the chap from my first picture of Sodley-on-Sea. It's all very sad. HERE . You may also notice that the Kebab shop is next to the White Lion pub HERE once I get a map made it will help getting your bearings.

Saturday, 28 March 2015

Fuck Dragon's Den.

Good ideas don't need a telly programme. If I had one musical bone in my body I would upload it HERE and get me a single and you can too Pop Pickers. Pop pickers, that wasn't one of uncle Jimmy's sayings was it? Can you still say Pop Pickers?
I reckon this idea could be as big for muso's as blurb is for photographers. And of course it's come from here in Manchester. If self publishing has been the big news over the last few years then go HERE to the new kid on the block and self record deal.

Sunday, 22 March 2015

Hens, Sodley-on-Sea 2015

The girls from HERE are out and about in Sodley enjoying the sun. I don't think it will be the last we see of them.....

Sunday, 8 March 2015

The Manchester Mafia presents.......

The Manchester Mafia are once again bringing us The Manchester International Festival! Reuniting chums Hans Ulrich Obrist, Maxine Peake, Bjork, legendary Mancunian Damon Albarn, Peter Saville (no relation to Jimmy) and the oldest swinger in town Dave Haslem. All together again for another money spinning year.

Sunday, 1 March 2015

Ed Watts Does William Eggleston.

It's about time Manchester Photography did a post about a Manchester photographer. It's Ed Watts I'm referring to. I'm sure a lot of you know him. He's been organising photo related stuff at The Whitworth Art Gallery, Manchester and further afield with gems such as The Alternative Camera Club, Roast Beef and such like for ages.
Here though I'm interested in what he's been up to with his own photography. The above picture, that even the most photographically illiterate provincial council art gallery curator should spot is William Eggleston's 1973 piccy Greenwood Mississippi.
Watts, and I'm going to call him that rather than Ed so that I sound more impartial and professional, has been thinking about this photo for years. I can testify that he has wanted to recreate that space for donkey's. Well thanks to the folk at this years FORMAT Festival he's going to build that ceiling as a life size installation/sculpture and invite others to photograph this iconic scene. I wonder if that room was ever photographed by anyone else? It's so famous a ceiling but it's the only photo I know of the place which is unusual because as we all know photographers love to photograph the same thing over and over again. Just look at that canal/river in Hackney, I'm sick of the fucking sight of it.
Anyway Ed, I mean Watts is going to give all of us photographers the chance to photograph that red ceiling again and again and again and we can flood the internet with shit loads of versions of it so when we next type in Greenwood, Mississippi 1973 we will get the same but different.
As I said in the last post too many photographers call themselves photo artists without doing anything more than point and shoot. Watts is screwing that notion up with this piece.

Saturday, 21 February 2015

Greg Stimac

Every now and then I get sent a link to a photographers work. Mostly I love it when that happens and I'm always a little bit flattered, but what do you do when your not that keen on their stuff? What is the correct internet protocol?
 I do one of two things. Pick the picture I like most from their website and post a link to said website and that's your lot or I do nothing and delete the email.
Now this might make me seem like a bit of a cunt but at least I don't make up a bollocks submission policy make you jump through hoops, say I'll get back to you in a few months and then fuck you off anyway.
None of those problems though with Greg Stimac Greg just sent me a link through to his website. No explanation no artist statement or project statement (in 100 words or less) just a link. And I'm so glad he did. I've been aware of his work for a while and I already had a link to his website in my links list so fuck knows why I've not posted about him before. Sometimes you think you've done something and you haven't like feeding the cat or posting about a really interesting artist like Greg.
Greg is that rarest and most interesting of photographic artists one that uses other things in his work as well as photos. Take for instance the above 3D work. No info on the website about this other than the materials it's made out of, the boots are real (size 12) and they contain asphalt and truck bed liner. Get on the road Jack.

There's a lot of the American road trip references in Greg's work. It's a big American thing isn't it the road trip? The pull of the open road especially for American photographers. It is for them what the seaside is for English photographers and what pissed mentally ill people are for Eastern European photographers.
 It's not a celebration of all things American with Greg's photos though. There's a cynicism running through his work that I love all the more because it's so hard to normally find in American photography. Even when American photographers are showing the under belly of the country I always seem to be left with a sickly feeling in my mouth like I've eat to much of that maple syrup shit they love. It's a kind of romanticism especially for the landscape that they just can't seem to resist.
Greg resists and represents The Great American Road Trip with bottles of piss. Brilliant. I hope America gets his work, if not he should move here to the UK because we'll love it.