The Art of Distress

One of my readers contacted me recently.  Apparently she has memories of a past life in WWI as well.

I was very struck by how she described the distressed way her art looked when her memories first broke.  My photography was much the same way while I was living in London, and although I didn’t have conscious memories back then I feel that they were just below the surface, so this post is all about archiving examples of the sort of art shots that I felt compelled to take while I was in the UK.

It was around this time that I discovered that black and white photography is excellent for highlighting the tortured details of distressed objects.  It became cathartic to seek out textures that stood out.  My compositions in many of these photos are stark, still, and silent.  They’re conspicuously empty of people and show inanimate objects deep in the grips of entropy.  My fiance can’t even look at them because he finds them disturbing knowing what he knows about my memories!

I have many such shots, but I’ll only post a few that look eerily like pictures from a war zone.

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Brighton, 2004

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Richmond, early 2005.

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Urbex at the Queen Elizabeth II Centre (now demolished), May 2005.

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