NOT NEGATIVE /MARTIN BARNES There is something powerfully primal about Oliver Raymond-Barker’s most recent photographs. Passages of flaring light, blurred boundaries and hard shadows mix with vaporous swirls and smudges. They give the impression of an eye opening from slumber onto a world that is not yet fully formed, a realm that is intuited rather than understood. Continue reading...
POWER OF LIMITS / OLIVER RAYMOND BARKER ‘To fix one’s own car is not merely to use up time, it is to have a different experience of time, of one’s car, and of oneself.’ Crawford, 2010 Continue reading...
PHOTO PRIMITIVE /
MANOR MAGAZINE Two 21st century artists reworking early photographic practices in a response to contemporary land and place talk about their work. Continue reading...
TRINITY /
NICK HUNT He approaches from the south, a small man in a ragged robe. He comes carefully through these woods. There is no razor wire. Sunlight and shadows slide off him, spiderwebs break silently. The skeletons of dead leaves cling to his rough hair. Continue reading...
NICK HUNT He approaches from the south, a small man in a ragged robe. He comes carefully through these woods. There is no razor wire. Sunlight and shadows slide off him, spiderwebs break silently. The skeletons of dead leaves cling to his rough hair. Continue reading...
TINY MINERS /
DR CHRIS BRYAN Mining is perhaps the second oldest profession (well, certainly the third oldest) but as with most things it seems, nature has been doing it for far longer. As life coalesced from the primordial soup, there was no oxygen in the atmosphere and photosynthesis was not even a glimmer in evolution’s eye.
ELEMENTAL ANALYSIS /
DR CAITLIN DE SILVEY Geologist J. B. Hill visited the Carnon Valley in 1902 during a survey of geological deposits and associated industries in the region of Falmouth and Truro. Continue reading...
BEYOND TONGUES / OLIVER RAYMOND BARKER As a climber I have the visceral knowledge that stone is alive. Minutes, hours, days & years spent on rock have given me an opportunity to listen to it’s song. It crashes and rumbles, creaks and groans, whistles and hums. However, it lives and speaks to us on another level - a subtle yet altogether more powerful pitch - a language beyond tongues.