Once again I participated in Doolin Writers Weekend, the fifth of its kind. It was also here I had my first photography exhibition in 2015 which brought me further into my world of photography. This weekend, I was behind the lens playing with light (or the lack of it), grainy black and white shots, colours, different angles of a creative ekspression with one intent; to catch and portray a unique atmosphere writers and poets alike brings to such a space.
I don’t strive for the perfect photograph, my only aim is to capture the essence of an atmosphere, to create a feeling, not only to the eye that sees. Open up curiosity of what is behind and around, beyond the border of the image. This also comes from a wish to challenge my own preconceived conditioned mind to what I think ‘proper’ photography is. I think I am an artist first and a photographer second, the lens the brush with which I paint my creative expression and how I see, observe and witness the world around me. I share here a collection.
Photography wasn’t the only thing I did this weekend, I also participated in a poetry workshop with the amazing Elaine Feeney. I have not been able to write a single poetic line for over a year now. Out of fear is the obvious answer, however another perspective could be added to this, perhaps a seed has been lying dormant for a while till the time is ripe. Regardless of why, in the safe and inspiring space Elaine Feeney created, I not only managed to write during her workshop, I also managed to cry uncontrollably when reading up, sharing my words with the group, so much that at one point I had to let a kind soul from the group speak the last line… oh dear. It is possibly the dam broke, to my utter surprise and I have to say, I didn’t and don’t mind the lack of filters… and Elaine Feeney rocks. I recommend you to read her work. A thank you to Donal Minihane, Triona Moloney and Aine Martin for bringing me on board, loved every second of it! I hope you enjoy a glimpse into an amazing weekend through my lens.