And I have known the eyes already, known them all, The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase, And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin, And I am pinned and wriggling on the wall, Then how should I begin? T S Eliot, 1915, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock Susan Sontag (1977: 155) accuses photography of being …
Week Nine reflections – Cambodian Narrative
It was a very busy but productive time in Cambodia. My reflections this week (partly whilst sitting on the plane home) are about clarifying the narrative. I was shooting a lot of new material, some planned, some experimental. The trip was also very helpful in clarifying the social context of my work – not just for this module, but going …
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