Tuesday, April 26, 2016

after a dream
























I woke up this morning and was thinking about time, with all its depth and dimension and how it doesn't do much to explain its passing. It can be a year or ten or more but only in our mind did things ever exist like they did and even at that they probably didn’t. Counting years or looking back just proves we cant really explain anything and even though things probably all happen for a reason, that maybe we one day find out, as time passes they start to fade and that seems to me the saddest part of all.

Monday, April 25, 2016

we are here...









































































to study
to learn
to question
to speculate
to discover
to invent
to revise
to preserve
to make
and to give

W.S.

Monday, April 18, 2016

eight



































Friday, April 15, 2016

you can never plan moments

























I walked up the old stone steps from Zrinskeho to Myjavska today, a route I took many times when I lived on Svetla. I like this neighbourhood with its crumbling old buildings and overgrown trees, the older houses possess a magic that outshines the new glass boxes that money has built in the past decade. I remembered almost skipping down the steps of a summer evening on my way into town to meet friends, the blossoms from the numerous bushes and trees filling the air with their sweet fragrance and also the slow heavy paced journey home several hours later smiling under a starlit sky.

It was to photograph trees and maybe a bit of nostalgia that took me up the steps today. I saw the tree branch poking out of a 10 metre wall at the top of Myjavska, so I leaned against the wall and pointed the camera up, and at that very moment the aeroplane flew over. It made me feel happy, that journey has given me another nice memory and confirmed to me that you can't plan moments, they just happen, and all we can do is appreciate them.

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

one two trees








































trees make the experience of living in the city more beautiful
they stand like natures reminder of all that we are missing
and even if it is only the shade they provide on a hot day
or shelter from a sudden rain storm
they all bear some kind of fruit

Saturday, April 2, 2016

for time



how I wish
there was more of you
in my memory
an ancient dream
a bright solitary star
long afternoon shadow
beating of wings
the world of a child
fragment of beauty
an impenetrable silence
wordless and untouchable
elusive and mysterious
how I wish
there was more


Monday, March 28, 2016

Peter

              Peter                  Bratislava              spring  2016






































From 2004 I lived for a year in an apartment in a two floor house with a garden on Zvolenska street. It is one of a handful of streets named after cities, that some how have the feeling of being in the countryside. After a week of living there I came home one day to find my apartment flooded, I was ankle deep in water and from the wet ceiling I quickly realised it had come from my neighbours above, so I went upstairs and knocked at the door and that's when I first met Peter. Over the following months Peter taught me to speak Slovak on evenings around a fire in the garden. He spoke no English but he could draw which helped me to understand some things better. He was married and had two boys aged three and ten and a small dog, they all lived packed into a small two room apartment. The garden was a great advantage and in all seasons and weather we sat outside and talked about books and history or of his boys and what he imagined for their future. We grilled sausages and drank beer and my vocabulary grew.

Purely by chance I met Betka, Peters wife in the city last week and she invited me to visit them over easter, so yesterday I spent the afternoon and evening sitting under the old walnut tree in their garden, it felt as if ten years had passed in just a few months, the garden looked much the same but Symon was now thirteen and Matko twenty.  As we swapped stories in the fading light around the fire, I was once again reminded of how quickly time flies.

Saturday, March 26, 2016

the small things
















































My father used to phone me twice a year, to remind me that the clocks went either forward or back one hour. He talked about time in relation to its content, and what we do with it. I remember when I started to draw, his words of encouragement were that I should look at something more closely and see what it is and to spend more time looking than drawing. When I said to him that I wanted to take photographs, he smiled and said that pencils and paper were cheap, so I had better get a job and save up for a camera. He believed that if you wanted something, the time it took and the work you did to achieve it, were of greater value.

a gift from nature

                                                  full moon               christmas eve              2015


















The love you feel for someone does not come only from your heart, just like the trees and birds or the oceans and stars, that love is also a gift from nature, and it too is timeless and mysterious. 

Thursday, March 24, 2016

friends

                                                                                           Bratislava       2013




















he waits,
his big hands fumble with the small mobile phone,
they are late,
he smiles.

we worked together 50 years
we meet in this basement every friday afternoon
we drink wine
we argue about politics and history
we boast of our children's achievements
we talk with pride about our grandchildren
we laugh together
we raise a glass for the departed
each year our number decreases
but we are friends
our friendship is a gift


Wednesday, March 23, 2016

for Sarah Kane

                                                                                                Bratislava           2004






































we met in the street
I asked him what he was reading,
he said he had fallen in love with Sarah Kane.
we walked and talked about art and love.

she was English
she was innocent
she was fearless
she could dance
and she could fly
she was tortured
and she wrote about love
and about human survival.

we walked past the old Stein brewery,
I saw the heart on the wall
we smiled at our luck
he hid behind the book
I took the picture
we said goodbye
I haven't seen him since.



Tuesday, March 22, 2016

truths

                                               Bratislava           spring     2016




















"if you will stay close to nature, to its simplicity, to the small things hardly noticeable, those things can unexpectedly become great and immeasurable"

Rilke

Monday, March 21, 2016

random or with meaning?

                                                                   Bratislava          summer          2014




















I very rarely photograph someone without asking permission but early one morning a few years ago I photographed this lady and her dog by the small lake behind the hospital in Ruzinov, I don't exactly know why I took the picture, I guess there was a quietness to them, they looked so peaceful and lost in thought it was as if the years together had brought them a connection and understanding. Recently I moved to the neighbourhood near this lake and a few days ago I was cycling past and actually saw the same woman and dog, I wanted to stop but then I thought, what will I say; that three years ago I took a photograph of you without your permission? No. Instead I made a print of this picture with the idea that as I now cycle by there nearly everyday, I might see them again and offer her the print in the hope that she might like the memento. Again I don't exactly know why but seeing them made me feel happy and I don't know if its random or with meaning, I do know that I also have that same question about many of the photographs I take.

Thursday, March 17, 2016

for my parents

                                                            Bratislava             spring               2016




















Happy anniversary Barrie and Margaret married this day 53 years ago. I wonder if that is why today is such a beautiful day.

Tuesday, March 15, 2016

how we look at things

                                                             Bratislava            summer             2015


















There is something about how we look at things and what we see that is unique, we see colours differently, abstract patterns on wet pavements reveal images as individual as we are, the shapes made by clouds as they dance gracefully across the sky, ever changing. Something is here, then it is gone, maybe we capture its essence in words and photographs in paint or in song, or perhaps just in memory.

Tuesday, March 1, 2016

time the revelator

                                                  Sered            2013

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

place

                                                                                        Brighton              2011

















This place you are looking for is it on a map? Does it have roads you can walk down? will you know it when you see it?

Monday, February 22, 2016

when you are young your emotions are so much closer to the surface

                                                                      Tomas       Bratislava           2013

Sunday, February 21, 2016

when it comes to emotions questions are always better than answers

                                                                           Bratislava        summer    2015
















Be strong, be courageous and take risks, but always love and respect what ever you do. Even when you fail you learn. Scrape away the surface and find depth, find what is real about something, and that real that you find will be beautiful and true and it will be yours forever, yours to keep in your heart.

my nephew is 10

                                                                        Lucas         Brighton         2015


















Saturday, February 20, 2016



Wednesday, February 17, 2016

watching the crows fly past same time each afternoon





















the whole week stuck in my apartment, fever, tonsillitis, antibiotics, eating soup, drinking tea, reading Flannery O'Connor, listening to Sufjan Stevens, thinking too much, watching the crows fly past same time each afternoon, then the evening comes, time to sleep, time to dream

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

my new view


                                                                        ruzinov        winter          2016






































the sky was made for birds and for daydreams



Tuesday, February 2, 2016

rainbow

                                                                      bratislava         winter          2015










walking over SNP bridge yesterday afternoon and seeing this magnificent rainbow that stretched from one side of the danube to the other, I was again reminded of how nature can be beautiful and simple and original.

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

catching snow