Lomo Lovers!

I did a LOMO photography course a month or so ago with Yolanda Stapleton at FAC.
Basically we ran around the grounds on the most ridiculously humid and hot day and took photos first off with a (fabulous toatally going to be my next purchase) Fisheye camera, and then exposed the same film using an oktomat.
We covered some of the lenses with cellophane and colour flash gels while using both cameras.
So I got a copy of the images this week in the mail and was excited/ surprised at the results! It was hard sometimes to remember what we actually took photos of, and I've been squinting at the photos to try and work it out.
These are to ones I think worked out well, 13 out of 39 images is actually an amazing result when there were two of us simply taking random photos, and mucking around for a few hours.

Inspiration!

Vera Möller: darkrooming was on at the Fremantle Arts Centre. It was intriguing to see. the whole room was transformed into this kind of cross between a laboratory and a museum. I loved how only some things would glow even if they were in a stack of identical or similar things. It looked a bit like an artists study into how to play with a bunch of mediums, that maybe had undergone some kind of exposure to nuclear energy or something... Ok I do tend to make up stories when I go to see art exhibitions like this.
A cool blog I have been following came up with a mind-reading moment today: Give The Emperor Some Clothes addressed a problem I have often wondered about. If you were invisible (which by the way would be my chosen supernatural power) would you be able to see yourself? I think no. But really how different is that to normal. Do you ever feel weird when you look at yourself in a picture or something and think "Is that REALLY what I look like?" sometimes I think, my perceived image of who I am, doesn't really matches up with what I actually look like.
I'm going all psycho-analytical today... my beauty lecture turned into a bit of a Freud expose today so I am all for a bit of introspective deep thinking.

Tuesday 27/Apr

Today I got a phone call saying that the drawing class i had enrolled in had been cancelled, but I could switch into one starting this evening. A quick dash to Jackson's after work ensued, to procure necessary equipment, and that evening I was standing in front of an easel feeing like a bit of a pro.