Monday 13 December 2010
Thursday 9 December 2010
Monday 29 November 2010
Tuesday 23 November 2010
Friday 24 September 2010
Thursday 23 September 2010
Tuesday 14 September 2010
Friday 10 September 2010
Naked Silence
Thursday 2 September 2010
Tuesday 31 August 2010
Monday 26 July 2010
Friday 23 July 2010
Just listening to a CD of the local jazz band headed up by Alan Fraser. Yes this little Cotswold town is a music hot bed and has something happening all the time.
I thought the one thing that does not go on here is a life drawing night with life jazz.
So I made up a poster for this imagined event.
As has been seen from some other post here, I am playing with the poster. What has brought me to work with this is the poster from the Bauhaus and other mid-century modern design.
The model is here is http://www.modelmayhem.com/1594577
Saturday 5 June 2010
Thursday 27 May 2010
Tuesday 25 May 2010
Thursday 8 April 2010
Blue Space
This is from a shoot with Leah Axl. I rented a studio I felt was to small and to white for anything else than high key,
I put in just one light on the back wall griding though a cookie and using a blue gel creating a small box with a blue glow.
I playing with the space, for some reason I felt the need to add another layer of space using some words.
Friday 19 March 2010
Friday 12 March 2010
Monday 8 March 2010
Thursday 4 March 2010
new work: Rosamund still Dances
Thursday 28 January 2010
Madame Bink Explains
This silent little video came about after hearing of the number of people that still believed in the literal interpretation of creation, and more to those who came up with such fanciful creations as intelligent design theory.
I ask Madame Bink to explain some of her thoughts on our origins and about art in general.
Enjoy,
Mark Bigelow
Tuesday 26 January 2010
Xainafairy from Motown to Slab City
This was a shoot with Xaina in 29 Palms, California. I've given this set of images its name because Xaina is from Detroit, and because Slab City is the most "beat" place in this very beat of places. (Well, I can't deny Detroit its own share of beatitude.)
A place described by an old Airstream, faded broken trucks, and a far-away look in the eye; by the Bagdad Cafe or a Sam Shepard play; by Gram Parsons' departure.
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