Seeing as it's image week and I'm doing a project about villages, I thought it might be sensible to actually go to one. So here I am, back on the sunny Norfolk/Suffolk divide in the heart of lovely rural East Anglia. Smell that Autumn air. And complain about the weather, because it's absolutely pissing it down. Not quite sure where to start, I went on an inspiration mission looking for images that might effectively 'capture the essence' of what the Villages project is all about. Seeing as I myself am not yet sure about this, I thought this could be a little bit of a struggle. Out on my little drive, one thought immediately struck me: the countryside ain't always quite as pretty as you expect...
But in general, the area does still come wrapped up in a chocolate-box bow. All over the place there are still signs for village fêtes and farm-shops, and the local paper shop is rammed with historical books about the area. These countryside folk really are happy to be so. I forget this sometimes now that I'm down in London nearly all year. The ideal of country living is alive and kicking. So, even if it's not always as pretty as we think it should be, the ethos lives on regardless.
My project has been very wrapped up in aesthetics so far. The images we rally around, the ones we hide behind, the ones we project in order to represent how truly lovely it is to be in the countryside. There's a simple and charming naïvity to it. And this was what I decided to try and capture.
I went on a little road-trip collecting photos with my shitty compact camera in the dismal weather, and successfully came back with a whole heap of examples of buildings found in typical rural idyll...
But the light was crap, and it got wetter and colder until I couldn't even be arsed getting out of the car. Feeling like a bit of a child I ventured to the local toy shop and bought a load of PVA, coloured card and crêpe paper, before buggering off home to a cup of tea, my mummy and some quality rainy-day activities...
I had the idea of like a nativity tableau... you know how they look like a proper three-dimensional scene but as soon as you move a bit you realise they're just flimsy bits of card and straw? The thought is sincere,but it's also a little naïve and idealistic- a bit of a fantasy, really. And their's no denying that although the final product may look pretty enough from the right angle, ultimately, it's only gonna fall over or get trodden on...
I had a lot of trouble getting a good shot. Lighting was hilarious. I think I must have had every single lamp in the house gathered around my desk. I've been using my Canon compact for everything, and as my parents are also techno-phobes their was no SLR or DSLR to be found. Sadly I have had to make do with my final photograph...
Yes, I am a child. A bad-at-photography child. But I had a very fun day.
(PS. Chris, does this constitute 'messy play'?)
