Ukrainian artist and friend of mine Oleksandr Ivanchenko recently (and most kindly) asked me to participate in one of his photography projects about Londoners in their habitual spaces. In my case, it had to be the desk. And books, I guess, given that my socks are of no particular interest and I possess no objects other than books and socks throughout the course of my life (true story). Although an unlikely subject (more likely to be an adverb), I
was vain enough played along, curious as to what may come of it. There was a lot of interesting conversation about light and shadows, directions involving yours truly holding a torch in daylight, the predicaments of balancing oneself / one’s self on a desk, concerns about grain, a photography artist’s vision, talk about my strange collection of notes on the walls.
While this is a work still very much in progress (we’re patiently waiting for my face to become somewhat agreeable; doubtful), you may find below some of the results. Or at least those in which it was judged I don’t appear positively threatening and/or bearing murderous intentions (joking; I do, no matter what). I’m told more will follow (an unmasked threat to viewers). But that’s probably because I’m such an excellent subject for photography, what with being perfectly stationary, almost static.
Forgive my humour; I’ve got a book coming out in a few weeks’ time, my very first one, and I’m being frivolous with it.
On a rather more serious note:
Oleksandr Ivanchenko is a photography artist based in London and working internationally. His work has appeared in exhibitions and been published in various magazines and press around the world. To find out more about it, head over to his website and Instagram.
I particularly recommend his ‘I Dreamt of Summer’ series, which deals with memory, revisiting the past and re-approaching childhood. It has been featured in a number of publications, most recently on TRIP magazine here. Though my personal favourite of Oleksandr’s work is the atmospheric collection ‘Soul of the Dark River’, found here.
Seeing as I always end my stories or poems here with one of Kandinsky’s paintings, this seems only fitting.