With his years of experience, I would love to have the opportunity to gain from Eds tutouring; being able to learn from and ultimately submit images to such a respected talent in the industry would be a desired challenge. To have an established eye review, give a professional critique and share advise on which areas I should focus on would benefit me greatly; both in stand alone images and the harmony of a series. The personal goal is to be able to refine my acquired experience in order to achieve the maximum out of my work; to grow with newly applied knowledge of when I must push my boundaries and also when I should stand back and review in order to progress.
I believe a position on this course would give me the opportunity to mature as a photographer, not only professionally, but also to confidently produce a series of images that will resonate with the viewer and challenge their perception of an issue; hopefully for the better.
City Trippers:
Amsterdam: The original village city. With more nationalities represented than New York City, it population still does not break a million. However with an estimated 14 million visitors in 2014, it’s a hub of action as thousands flock to the capital to spend at times a mere 24 hours in its bustle rubbing shoulders with the locals and tourists alike. This is their story.
Semana Santa:
Spain is a country dripping in culture and any significant amount of time spent there will also expose deep rooted traditions. These two combined are no better amplified when it comes to festivals and yet more importantly the religious ones in which every generation is represented. The church is ever present in daily life, with strong religious beliefs hard-lined into most families. However over time the churches refusal to modernise has increased a gap of confused millennials who find the system antiquated.
The Semana Santa processions are some of the most important of the year. Several days will see numerous processions taking to the streets day and night around the clock. People can wait years to participate of the some of the most poignant routes as large heavy effigies of Christ are gruellingly carried to and from the church. With children enrolled early to wear the same daunting hoods, being led by hand sometimes in complete silence by their adult counterpart.
These processions have always fascinated me, the long hoods aside, i find them almost a paradox of the often outspoken Spanish society. People are brought to tears is this sombre march of penitent whilst being told to « aguantar » « hold on » and not to question their struggles in life through long monologues by the priest. Moving in and out the people who seem completely transfixed in this mythology, i always arrive at the same question… are they here out of love or obligation?
