Geoff Franklin

time

The Midnight Hour

The Midnight Hour

The Midnight Hour, the moment of doubt.

This started out as an idea whilst listening to a radio programme about pre victorian superstitions.

 

image ©Geoff Franklin 2017.


Killing Time

Killing Time

Killing time, A Romney Ghost

I found myself standing outside St Mary in the Marsh church on Pickneybush lane in a foggy autumn twilight. In the eerie silence you become aware of sounds that go unnoticed, rustles in the undergrowth, water dripping from the fence, a distant crow, time has stood still. The trees in the graveyard take on different shapes, one is like a giant stone dragon, another has the face of a demon. St Marys is a fortress of a Norman church, built on a site of earlier Pagan and Saxon settlement.

 


le domaine des rêves

le domaine des rêves

le domaine des rêves

This is a back of the envelope idea that made it through to the finished image more or less as it was sketched . I knew I was going to use the central figure, it was a question of how I built the image around it. I had originally though of an endless corridor of doors stretching into the distance and a pile of keys spread around the floor. So the idea of a gatekeeper was in my mind when i thought of using they lions. I was once at Hever Castle in Kent where Anne Boylen had spent her youth, and came across an urn with a triple headed lion on its side. So i was thinking of using this idea but it distracted from the central images. So i then thought of the lions that sit at the foot of Nelsons column in Trafalgar Square, but they have always looked quite passive. I then  remembered shooting some Lions in Paris on my last trip that fitted the idea.

It was then a question of adding the textures to the image. This was done by sampling the base image by creating hundreds of layers and assigning actions to these layers. It was then a process of colour balance and selective editing of layers to create the final image.


Deflected Memories

Deflected Memories

The other day I was trying to think of a musicians name from the 1970s.  I remember quite clearly sitting in a friends apartment, spring sun was streaming through the window and he put on a track by some obscure vocalist. I was blown away by this guys voice, but can I rememeber his name?  I can remember most of our conversation, which was mostly about sourcing rare music. I used to have a favourite record store round the corner from me in when i lived in Brooklyn, Holy Cow Records and at the time they had some great white label discs. But i cannot remember this guys name.  I have also lost touch with my friend and the search engines cannot find “singers name I cannot remember, you know the one I heard years ago”       Its one of those things I will be doing something totally unrelated and his name will pop into my head, memories are funny like that. This montage is about lost memories, memories that are tangible but just out of reach.

Geoff Franklin 2012