Geoff Franklin

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Lenin

Lenin

Spring cleaning the drives and came across this that I never got around to finishing, looks quite good unfinished so I thought I would give it an airing on the photoblog.


John Jerwood

John Jerwood

I started this portrait of John Jerwood as an experiment in starting points for my work. I have been shooting  a bit of film again recently and wanted to explore the differences using a black and white print as a starting point and bringing colour into the image. I pulled a print out of the library for this, there is a difference between a black and white hand print and converting a colour digital file, even if i were to put it through a program like Silver Efex with its emulsion emulations, it not quite the same.

John Jerwood was a fascinating man, I was commisioned to make his portrait as he was being interviewed, so i was very much responding to his movements whilst he was talking.

When you are in those situations as photographers  to get the most from the situation we have to blend, not to irritate the subject or the writer.

I guess the date for this original pic is about 1990, The session took place in a hotel in Piccadilly in London, I made the pictures quite quickly, he was an easy subject and instead of packing the camera away and disappearing, i sat in on the interview. He was a fascinating man with an interesting life story. He was based in Japan and was a dealer in fine pearls. He talked about how he used the money he had accumulated to set up foundations to benefit the arts. John Jerwood died a while later, but his foundations are still flourishing. I do like the Jerwood Space in London, south of the river close to where i used to live and have visited many shows there.

I made several versions over the past months and settled on this one as I not only liked it as an image but felt it caught the spirit of the man.

image copyright ©Geoff Franklin 2018


Twins of the Forest

Twins of the Forest

Twins of the Forest

All civilisations have myths and folklore about twins, some half the whole others good and bad.Its said some villages killed one at birth to give magical powers to the other  twin. #folklorethursday #myths #narrative #storytelling


from a distant land

from a distant land

I am continually asked how long an image takes to build. My usual reply is from a day to a month. This one started some three years ago and i got distracted and its one of six that i have used these cold dark days to finish. Jan 2018

I parked the initial version of the masque section on the main website but it was always my intention to finish it in this way.  London 2018

 

All images on www.geoff-franklin.com and www.geoff-franklin.com/photoblog ©Geoff Franklin 2000-2018 No reproduction without permission


Divine Guidance

Divine Guidance

This image is close to the original sketch i made, its much rougher around the edges than previous images i have made in this style.

I was wanting a Jeanne d’Arc figure and think it works well.


Santa Muerte

Santa Muerte

Nuestra Señora de la Santa Muerte. – Our Lady of the Holy Death is a  is a female deity from Mexico and south-West United States

 


6 -a perfect number

6 -a perfect number

In maths 6 is a perfect number. It also occurs in many of the worlds religions . From man being created on the 6th day, to the Buddhist Samsara, the wheel of life where there are 6 spheres of existence . The Christian bible is littered with references to the number 6

In Rome they had 6 Vestal Virgins. Girls chosen from noble birth to be charged with keeping the soul of Rome. This meant keeping an everlasting fire alight. Should it go out would mean bad omens for Rome and its armies.

The goddess Vesta was the goddess of fire. Vestals were chosen from the age of 6six and were married to the city of Rome.  To break from their virgin vow meant death. In 114 BC the Vestal Marcia took a lover. As punishment she was condemned to death and buried alive


Transformation of the plural souls

Transformation of the plural souls

Transformation of the plural souls.

 

©Geoff Franklin 2017


Waiting out Time

Waiting out Time

Waiting out time on Mount Oylmpus

The summit of Mount Olympus, stands the meeting place of the gods. The mountain in northern Greece was said to be where the gods and goddesses built their palaces. Any of the gods could live on the great mountain summit, but no human was ever allowed there under any conditions.

The image was made with a different sampling technique. The source was shot for a rotating gif.

 

image ©Geoff Franklin 2017

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The Dolls Come Alive at Night

The Dolls Come Alive at Night

The Dolls Come Alive at Night.

As a child, i had an overactive imagination and believed that once out of the room objects would come to life. I think many of us do, hence the movie Toy Story was so popular.

I also had some puppets with strange eyes that were always disturbing and felt their eyes followed me around my room. They mostly lived in a draw out of sight. But i was always aware they were there – waiting.

 

©Geoff Franklin 2017

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Four Corner Riddle

Four Corner Riddle

Four Corner Riddle : On the High Road To Rye.

Last in the series From Brightling to Dymchurch

Many but not all have been posted on the blog. I shell be loading them onto the website in the near future.

Others from the series can be seen:  http://www.geoff-franklin.com/photoblog/wishing-tree-of-winchelsea/

http://www.geoff-franklin.com/photoblog/owl-of-the-marsh/

http://www.geoff-franklin.com/photoblog/235-les-trois-ballerines/

http://www.geoff-franklin.com/photoblog/itch-the-scrath/

all images ©Geoff Franklin 2016/2017

 


The Storyteller

The Storyteller

The Storyteller.

One of the great experiences in life is sat around a camp fire in the woods telling stories, the scarier the better. There is always ambient noises of nature all around to add to the atmosphere, the vulnerability of your back to the darkness with someone weaving a tale into your imagination.


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.


Wishing Tree of Winchelsea

Wishing Tree of Winchelsea

One of the images from the Brightling to Dymchurch series. Winchelsea is one of those beaches not as popular as Camber which has the benefit that there are never too many people on the beach. It is a favourite place of mine, especially at low tide with its  sands and its 6000 year old sunken forest at Pett Level.

 

Other from the series  http://www.geoff-franklin.com/photoblog/owl-of-the-marsh/

http://www.geoff-franklin.com/photoblog/235-les-trois-ballerines/

http://www.geoff-franklin.com/photoblog/itch-the-scrath/

 


Owl of the Marsh

Owl of the Marsh

Owl of the Marsh

Another image from the series from Brightling to Dymchurch. The owl of the marsh is a nod to the smugglers of Romney Marsh to the east of Rye.

other images from the series

Romney Fog

Fullers Folly

Magic Carpet Ride

itch the scratch


itch the scratch

itch the scratch

“itch the scrath”  from the Brightling to Dymchurch series

©Geoff Franklin 2016


Battle Whisper

Battle Whisper

Battle Whisper, latest in my Brightling to Dymchurch series.


Romney Fog

Romney Fog

Romney Fog, from the Brightling to Dymchurch series.

 

©Geoff Franklin 2016


Witches of Cripps Corner

Witches of Cripps Corner

Witches of Cripps Corner, from the Brightling to Dymchurch Series.


Rye Harbour

Rye Harbour

Rye Harbour: from the Brightling to Dymchurch series


Starvecrow Lane

Starvecrow Lane

Girl in a red dress, Starvecrow Lane Peasmarsh East Sussex.

I was driving from Brightling down to Rye and took a detour down some country roads and ended up driving down Float Lane loving the name thinking about how boring and unimaginative some road names are and then it got better, Float Lane runs into Dumb Womans Lane. What I like is that this road name has survived. Another road name i like is a few miles away in Peasmarsh, Starvecrow Lane the title of this piece.


Fullers Folly

Fullers Folly

Fullers Folly

From Brightling to Dymchurch

This is the first picture in the series, Brightling, resting place of Mad Jack Fuller, the eccentric squire squire of Brightling East Sussex, builder of follies including his own Mausoleum constructed in the shape of a pyramid. Folk lore had it that he was buried in full dress suit with top hat sat at a table with a roast chicken and bottle of wine set before him. Sadly, though it might have been his last wish, when the pyramid was restored in the 198o’s he was found to have been buried in the conventional manner.


Rye,flutterbye

Rye,flutterbye

Another from the Brightling to Dymchurch series.  This one the Rye Butterfly


The Dymchurch Smuggler

The Dymchurch Smuggler

“From Brightling to Dymchurch”

“Remember to Forget” – The Dymchurch Smuggler

When I was a young lad my father took me to the cinema to see Disneys Sword in the Stone, which was great, but what caught my imagination was the ‘B’ movie. It was Patrick McGoohan in Dr Syn Alias The Scarecrow. It was about smugglers on Romney Marsh. I thought it was brilliant, even more so as we went on holiday there and my brother and I could act out the roles of the smugglers in the sand dunes of Camber.

Although Dr Syn was a fictional character created by the author Russell Thorndike. The story was  inspired by historical smuggling that was rife on the south coast. Gangs such as the Hawkhurst Gang  frequented the Mermaid Inn in Rye once the centre of smuggling on the marsh.

The whole of this part of the coast in the South East of England is full of stories of Brandy and Wool smuggling from the 18th Century.

I used to read the Thorndike books of the adventures of Dr Syn of Dymchurch, as a pirate in the Americas and as the Scarecrow the smuggler on the marsh. Far better than Robin Hood.