Alison
For this theme I wanted to share the search through my house for my phone. An occurance that happens far too regularly. The snake book presented an appropriate labyrinthical format and the photos are all the places I would search and in the same order, ultimately finding the phone in my bag where undoubtedly I had just placed it.
Gill
For this month’s theme of ‘Lost’ , I have decided to comment on the frustration of trying to get anywhere by car or by public transport these days, in particular, the council’s decision to cover the countryside (in Surrey) with diversion signs. The piece of work is a maquette, as the final format has not been decided yet.
Isi
Lost in translation : a pamphlet about juggling with several languages.
A polyglot, someone who dances between languages, is mapping thoughts to sounds, feelings to forms, meanings to rhythms. Words are your tools, your compass. And yet, sometimes – inexplicably – none of them are quite right.
Being a polyglot is being at home everywhere but never on safe land instead you are constantly surfing the big linguistic waves. You carry worlds inside you, but when lost in translation, they feel like rooms with locked doors. You fumble with keys, knowing exactly what’s behind each one, yet stuck outside — watching, feeling, remembering — but unable to fully enter.
Joan
I was thinking about all the things we have lost – or think we have lost – in everyday life – keys, phone, glasses, credit cards and so on. This is a simple, irregular concertina structure, with collage, using Canson Mi Teintes paper.
The images are from copyright free sources or my own photographs.
Patti
This title, Lost, could only lead me to my daughter’s loss of sight and short term memory. It made me reflect not only on what she, and we, have lost, but what we still have – touch, laughter and memories, but – more importantly – hope and so much love.
The photographs are of her wedding day, her husband and children, things they have made for her that they can describe to her and she can touch, printed on cartridge and vellum papers.
Tamsin
Lost
I knew that I wanted to play with the idea of being lost in the pages of a book for this theme. I was then struck by the resemblance to map contour lines in the sumagashi paper I recently marbled. I decided to create a book of mostly blank pages, with the occasional page of marbled ‘map’ paper randomly interleaved.
Tony
I made this photo album shortly after my mother died. I had been to India and the press of people made me miss her even more.
I took photos of places which were empty (a rare event) or I removed the crowds digitally when I got back home. The images fade away to nearly nothing, like memories as we get older or washing out as photos do as they age. The postcard says “Wish you were here” on the back. Interpret that as you will.
