Findings - Week 04 and 05
Wildlife Photography, Summertime, Lemn Sissay
One of my aim for 2020 is to be more conscious of the time I spend reading/listening/watching new (to me) creative projects. I want to actively make time for other people’s work and creativity in my life. One way of achieving this has been to be more focused with my time but as the year gets busier, I am going to to lose that focus. To combat this, I am going to publicly share a list of works I’ve been enjoying on a weekly basis.
Wildlife Photographer of the Year 2019
Ever since moving to Bristol, the Wildlife Photographer of the Year exhibition has become a yearly ritual that never disappoints.
From classic documentary shots to abstract composition, there is a lot of diversity in the images.
There are the photographers who tell a story you can’t help but be drawn into like The Moment by Yongquing Bao and The Rat Pack by Charlie Hamilton James.
There are the techinally perfect photos that mesmerise you with their details like Dinner for One by Ripan Biswas and Portrait of a Spanish Tarantula by Javier Aznar González de Rueda.
And then there are my favourites, the abstract shots where the compositions and subject blend into one like in Snow-Plateau Nomads by Shangzhen Fan, Tapestry of Life by Zorica Kovacevic, and Old Man’s Beard and Harvestmen’s Legs by Bernd Liedtke.
Visiting the exhibition is not possible for obvious reasons but you can still see a sample of images on the Natural History Museum Website.
Summertime by Catherine Corsini
Part historical film, part feminist film, part romance Summertime is a film of many topics. Set in France in the 1970s, it explores the rise of feminist movements in Paris, French rural life of the time, and lesbian identity in those very different worlds.
The film never goes in depth into any of the topics but weaves them together as the story progresses. The narrative is nothing out of the ordinary but the execution is gentle and left me reflecting of my own experiences of rural and city life in France and the many conflicts between those worlds.
Gold from the Stone by Lemn Sissay
This poetry collection has been following me everywhere in the last few weeks. Shoved in my backpack when I was still able to work, now carried from room to room, it rests by my side.
Sometimes comforting, often lyrical, I read a poem or two every other day, rolling the words over and over on my tongue.
I find myself coming back to the same pages, discovering new ones too, and always refreshed after a moment with Lemn Sissay’s poems.
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