18.1.15

moving home



I've not been here for a long time. Black-eyed Angel has been my internet home since way back in 2009 when I started it out of idle curiosity about this blogging thing everyone was into. But it's just not been the right fit for me, since maybe even a couple of years and it had become messy and uninspired. I have continued sharing my photographs over on my tumblr, which doubles up as my dot com since I took my long art sabbatical and I also started on instagram while I was AFK.

But to be honest I’ve missed keeping tabs and writing about my work and occassionally my life, and so I've made a new start with blogging, much as I have done so with my art and photography since going back to a regular studio practice. I've made the switch to wordpress, you can now find my brand new blog over here. I shall keep this old one published for the time being as an archive, but I've not imported the posts into my new one as I really wanted a clean break, a brand new home. Will anyone bother to read? Have I lost my blog friends and followers? Have I committed a cardinal blog sin? Who knows, but you have to just go with the flow.

Start from where you are.

Hope to see you over at my new blog: suziechaneyblog.wordpress.com

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31.7.14

Lately










This recent roll of film was the last in my freezer stash of Solaris, that was made for the colours and light round here. If you hear of any going spare...

{Mamiya DSX/Ferrania Solaris 200}







18.7.14

Start the day





While the rest of the world was yawning and stretching and making the coffee, I went with Luna down to the river. The need to take off my shoes, feel the rough stones underneath and the icy cold water tripping over my feet, watching the tiny fish nibble, dart and collide. A stone reminded me of a precious and privileged experience - the incredible cave paintings Milla and I recently saw with my friend Dee. These were not mock-ups, but the original pre-historic paintings in the caves at Niaux. Only 20 visitors allowed, we walked through deep and sometimes vertiginous caverns of stalagmites and stalactites with nothing but the light of our handheld torches to guide us to the paintings of bison and horses. I wish I could show you, but then again, to not photograph but to just be in the moment, made it feel so very special.