
The Waggon and Horses




During my hour of freedom in Brighton, we walked down to the Phoenix Art Space where some of my colleagues from Work Show Grow were exhibiting as part of Rethinking Eastern Europe. On another wall, I saw the set of images above, I am because you know me – A letter to womanhood. Note, it’s yet another exhibition where I found the opportunity to photograph myself in a mirror.

There’s a tremendous amount of art in the streets of Brighton, as evidenced by these few snaps (and see below) I got on the brief hour I had walking around between the Landscape of Inequality presentations and the Evoke/Provoke private view at Views in Transition during the Brighton Photo Fringe.





I was in Brighton with my former classmates and Evoke/Provoke collective members for the private view of Views in Transition, part of the Brighton Photo Fringe. I had about an hour between a truly excellent set of presentations from CRUX: Landscape of Inequality in the afternoon and the beginning of the private view to walk around Brighton for the first time. To see the pictures below larger, click on any one of them (on the web, if seeing this in email click the post title, above, first).




And now a return to some of my father’s Kodachromes from the 1950s (see the full story here). Let’s finish off the UK with a couple of family shots from Brighton. In the first, my mother is perfectly radiant in prime blue and red while all about her is dreary, monochromatic gray (requiring absolutely no Photoshop fiddling on my part – this is virtually out of the camera). In the second shot, my father chomps on a piece of Brighton Rock, a bright pink log of pure sugar with the words Brighton Rock in red running right the way through from one end to the other so you see them wherever you are in the days-long it takes to get through it. Note that everyone at “the beach” is fully clothed.

