Many times I have been asked what my pictures mean, and every time I reply, "My meaning is different to yours, what do you see, what do you feel?" Late to the game where art is concerned really, I mean I've always dabbled but never really got very far, pencil drawings and a bit of modest colouring in, but no painting or real training, no art teachers pushing me, no college tutors no university degree, no motivation at all. My main motivation at school was to get the hell away from all those hideous girls, all the bullying and sarcastic comments about weight an inability to be one of the gang, I never wanted to be in a gang, but so very desperately wanted to be liked, there were a few, I think they liked me, but i guess I'll never know. I left and never went back, and to this day don't see anyone I ever went to secondary school with.
So now, mid-fifties, I've come along way, digital art is a thing, a big thing and I am in love, properly in love with art again. Starting with a pretty basic camera and people liking those pictures they became the base for image editing, photography, again, no training nothing on paper to say I can do it, just an eye for what works, I never proclaim to be “a photographer” or an “artist” I just like some of the stuff I do.
Art is evocative, subjective and therapeutic. Sometimes I’ll get an idea and I’ll try desperately to get that image into Photoshop, it’ll work or it won’t, sometimes I’ll start with a base image and go from there, it will always evolve, sometimes a song will bring the image.
A wise man once said to me...
“Don’t think. Feel”
And that’s exactly what you should do.
Lyn Jenner
The Timekeeper
The Timekeeper
She is the one that keeps all your time.
In this image you will see the beautiful lady, the seductress, you want her but she is precious, she will have you, she will take you and she will keep you, you will lose her and gain her, most of the time she is just there waiting.
Time, is a precious thing, we seem to have so little of this valuable commodity, our lives are filled to the brim of stuff we must do, we must work, we must fill our time with life, things and memories, sometimes we need to just be still and embrace that small nugget of time to actually be ourselves, those moments are golden, so many wanting to influence our time with how to style ourselves, how to live, what to buy, who to love, we are consumed by it all, so consumed we forget to stop.
She keeps those times, she attaches the dark times, the sad times in her skirts and tries to hide them in the folds, but they are still there only she knows and you know
She keeps the light on the good times; she will share those with many, the occasions, the life, the birth, the love, the times we will recall over and over, they will keep us warm
She will hold your stolen moments but give them to someone else to look after, these are rare and infrequent but always remembered.
She is The Timekeeper
The Timekeeper is you.
LJ
Jellyfishing
Jellyfishing
Ok, there’s this thing I do when I have image block, the image is there but my eyes and brain have fallen out, so even though in my head I can see what I want to project, my eyes don’t communicate. To aid me on this I will send a call to arms on social media and ask my followers and friend for three words, three unrelated words. My favourite of all of them, and there are many, is Jellyfishing.
Jellyfishing was given to me by Jo, she is nature mad and has all sorts of pets, dog, cat, fish, tree frogs… you know, normal pets… So naturally, jellyfish would be a word she would choose… In a forest, with lightening … Took me a while for my eyes and brain to get on the same page as Jo, but the finish pleases me, and Jo got a print, everybody is happy.
Naturally, being my own worst critic I can see faults with this, the lack of blending in the feet area and the fact the little girl lacks any shadow, its ok, I can add shadow…
So there you go, Jellyfishing, a Three Word Photoshop Challenge
LJ
Conversations With Memories
Have you ever had a pair of shoes or a piece of clothing you wore to death?
That one piece you can’t throw away because it holds all the good memories you had at a key stage in your life? Your parents would give you that look as if to say “Really? Have you not got anything else you can wear?” As a parent I am sure I have given my children, all three of them, that look at some stage, especially in their teenage years.
Those years are the defining years of growth, the years where shit gets real and shit actually happens, the loves, the laughs, the tears and the laughter. The sibling battles that can only be won when a parent intervenes and the battle is a draw. I went through it with my parents, and I went through it as a parent, no doubt my children will go through it with their children
Conversations with Memories is a photograph of my daughter’s old Converse All Star shoes, she actually did wear them to death but before they were binned I took some pictures. I’ve only ever done two edits of these shoes but this one is like a walk down memory lane. It holds the key to a past not forgotten but locked in a memory. I am not privy to those memories.
LJ
