Month: April 2014

Interview with Kari Jeppesen

Thank you Kari for giving your time to answer some questions.

I only know you through your blog, and your work intrigues me, it feels so far away from the sort of thing I do and yet I can associate with it. Your work is all self portraiture.


Perhaps first you could tell us something about yourself?

I was born in Copenhagen, Denmark in 1977… I am a blend of Danish, Portuguese, Spanish and German blood. So, a rich mix, I think. (smiling…) I live in the historic centre of Lisbon, in a beautiful 19th century house coveredwith blue tiles.

I studied Visual Communication Design and Visual Art Education. I did dance, and played the piano, in that time I discovered photography. All those mirrors in the dance class helped me to have a real perception of my body and face. And then memory did the rest…

I read, draw and do lace, drink tea, love antiques and the theatre.

I am part of Voz Humana (Human Voice) a Cultural Association working in the field of performance art and theatre – collaborative work with visuals, music, words.

I am a teacher in the visual arts fields – design, photography, and audiovisuals.

I build images.

When did you first start blogging your work and what were the motivations?

It was in July 2012. I was thinking it was the time to have “A Room of one´s own” in the virtual word.

Is the photograph or the context and content most important to you?

All, I think. But the content is something that is very important in my process, which is the reason I do images. But there is no body without its spirit, and no spirit without a body.

I find your images very personal; you seem to offer your inner feelings through your remarkable features and poses. How do you decide on what to take?

When I started making images, I was very interested in storyboards and characters, I used myself as a model, but I was playing someone, it was still me, but with a persona in mind. Now, I think I am more impulsive and spontaneous.  I have this ideas, feelings, impressions that I want to express.  I became more experimental, more playful.

When I was doing analogue photography, I didn´t take so many frames, I was more precise, and rational in what I was doing. I drew in my journals the places and movements of the body. Now, I let myself go more… I used to go to the darkroom (now, not so much) – there I developed the film, did the print, etc. Now I go for the computer, I almost don´t touch the composition and then only more contrast or light, not much manipulation – I see, and make my choices.

Doing a photo is sometimes a little stage set: I have the lights, do the scenography, costume, so on…

But only few things go to the blog, a selection – I try to tell my story, my point of view.


I have noted recently that you have shown much more of your body in images. The effect has been to create highly vulnerable images which conversely seem to make you in charge of the situation – very strong. They are quite beguiling. What is in your thought process when choosing to ‘expose’ yourself and your inner self to such a greater extent?

I find it natural to use my body, it is the landscape I know best, and I have watched it very closely and very curiously – and I love how it is the material of my images, paint and pencil at the same time. I feel like I can show my body or cover it depending of my intentions, and it processes the communication of those intentions.  I believe I am exposed in both ways – but when you see more skin, you have a very primal reaction to it, and I think that is universal – I feel more vulnerableand you too as a spectator. It is very interesting…

I believe in intuition, and creating has something to do with magic too – some things are mysterious to me, and I find that acceptable– art has life of its own, as you are making this kind of work about yourself… so I am inside and outside… I don´t choose to expose, I just do it, and it feels right… (smiling…)

Your images are shown with text, often words from songs. How do you choose these, are these the starting point or does the image come first?

It depends really; as I am such a massive reader, I have been accumulating in journals, poetry and thoughts that speak to me. So, sometimes everything starts with the words, and sometimes, the words returns to the images. It is like thunder, a sparkle; an encounter with life, biography or imagination. The texts are there to give clues, send you to roads….

Have you thought of doing your own writing to go alongside the images, or, creating images without any text?

I don´t think I could be a writer, I have a deep admiration for that kind of art, so I don´t believe I could do it in a good way. Scripts are a different thing, and that I would love to do more.

Yes, I believe the images still lives, without text, but I felt I like to have the words around me…

You are Danish and living in Portugal, how do those two very culturally different environments effect your work?

The references and the way to live and feel – things are a bit in conflict at this moment. So, I don´t think I know how to answer that in a very rational way…

I can see Maya Deren and Francesca Woodman in what you do. Who would you say are your main creative influences?

Oh!!… They are so many, depending on the seasons, but some still remain very strongoh, they are so many, as I never cease to read, hear or seebut let´s try some…

Like the first artist I ever saw that worked with her own body – Helena Almeida, mixing painting and photography. I think I was really very young when I saw her series “See me, feel me”I thought she had “a truth” in there… that was very intense for me. And now she is in her seventies, and did a series called “Seduce me”wonder if I can say the same… (smiling…)

The unique, Vincent van Gogh, his paintings, drawings and letters always had a very powerful effect on me. His struggle and poetry in life and art are very inspiring.

That brilliant time and place: 17th century Dutch painting. I could stare at these paintings the whole day – the details, the stories, the symbols, the gestures. The light, the incredible light – the inside spaces full of intimacy, like in Johannes Vermeer, playing with light and shadows; or the beauty of  the very detailed winter landscapes of Hendrick Avercamp… oh, I could give so many examples of beauty from this period…

Another time and place that I treasure: 19th century Danish paintings, the Skagen group.  Again the light, the magnificent and tender light – but the group, the community, the teaching and living with each other, the discoveryand together men and women as artists, that is so beautiful… like that “Double portrait of MarieTriepcke and P.S. Kroyer” to be a part of something, to have pairs…

The writers, Rainer Maria Rilke andAnaïs Nin, for teaching me to understand solitude, to beware of the inner voice and to trust in it…

And now, film, the silence of the expressionist era. Those blacks and whites, representing “life bigger that itself”, the enormous gestures, all the drama, the eyes and hands – all of that had a great impact on me.

The wonders of the filmmakers like Ingmar Berman and Alexander Sokurov… so many intense and beautiful films that will never leave me, the voices and faces…

The breathtaking work of the choreographer Pina Bauch, and the search for the human soul with the sorrows and joys, done with extreme beauty and elegance. All her pieces are really moving, and her search makes a lot of sense to me…

All of this, that is so much…

To finish off, have you any recommendations in books, music, films?

That is so difficult, so many things that I love – so, I will take one from the present, and one from the past. Yes?

I just read “Why be happy when you could be normal?”  by Jeanette Winterson and loved her raw and tender honesty about life and the hunt for her identity as a writer, as a woman – her journey is just so hard and moving. And re-reading Dorothy Parker, “The portable Dorothy Parker”, her acid humour, witty and elegance makes me smile a lot, tragic and hilarious trying to find the beat and vogue of the modern times.

I am very curious about this strange folk singer, Josephine Foster; there is something about her music, which is so different from everything, it´s quite unique. I never stop re-listening to old Cabaret songs, composers like Friedrich Hollander, Kurt Weil, Joseph Kosma, with the voices of Marlene Dietrich, Lotte Lenya, Ute Lemper, Marianne Faithful – I love the stories, the dramas, the piano on the back… makes me feel like I am being transported, it is trilling

Recently saw, loved and cried a lot on the the documentary “The Artist is present” about Mariana Abramovich and the construction of her latest exhibition at MOMA and her process in performance art. Love to re-see “The Wind” from Victor Sjoström, one of my favourite silent movies, with the wonderful Lillian Gish and the power of nature, the wind makes us feel and do many things, could change our life’s…

Thank you very much Kari, I look forward to seeing much more of your work.

Furlong Road, Part 3



As Furlong Road goes north eastwards it reaches the edge of my half-mile limit of this Streets Project. The road features many speed humps, much to the annoyance of drivers. Furlong Road has become much quieter since the building of a by-pass and during taking these shots mid week – mid morning there wasn’t the torrent of traffic I remember a few years ago. There was a large pottery factory, which got knocked down about the time I moved back to Stoke-on-Trent (late 80’s) and it has been left waiting for development which no-one seems to want to undertake and nature is pushing through the site.














Flush for St.George


Today is St.George’s Day, the patron saint of England. The World does not share this with us like say St.Patrick’s Day, St.David’s Day or St.Andrew’s Day. Do they dislike the English? Well probably, there is a considerable amount that the World can dislike about the English, and yet much of that included or was equally perpetrated by people from the other regions which make up Great Britain. To be nationalistic about England has become very worrisome. The last few years has seen a rise in ‘little Englanders’ in the form of UKIP a sort of ‘bloke in the pub’ party which in some ways is more worrying than the unthinking hatred of the old NF, BNP and all its scummy offshoots. It feels that now it is ‘acceptable’ amongst many people to pursue a nationalistic and racist agenda in the name of standing up for ‘our rights’ against the ‘evils’ of Europe. But it is just the same racist in a nice suit and tie rather than bovver-boots. It is not unlikely that the next British government will be a coalition of Conservatives and a couple of UKIP MP’s, whose sway will be much stronger than their actual numbers or support.

Am I being a miserable old bugger on what should be a day of celebrating all that is good about England, such as Shakespeare whose birthday it also is? Maybe.

The arguments over the upcoming vote for Scottish separation are being swayed towards a ‘Yes’ vote by the misery with which the ‘No’ supporters are putting their views. I am against nationalism, even the liberal forms in Wales and Scotland, though I think that far from getting rid of the Tories as many who will vote ‘Yes’ will be voting for, they will just get tartan Tories in the SNP. All that I can see in their arguments are that they want to make their own decisions and yet keep sterling and good facets of GB. However the Tory majority, which will last at least a generation in what is left of GB, will tighten things and there will be a knock on to Scotland, the socialist paradise some wish for will be strangled at birth. So am I now sounding like the ‘No’ supporters!?

What should be being promoted to all nationalists is how vibrant the combination of all the cultures which make up Great Britain are. I would happily see Northern Ireland become part of a united Ireland, but that won’t happen for at least another 40-50 years when the population naturally changes. But for the rest of GB, each of the countries is stronger for the ties. I have worked all over GB, worked with people from all the countries and in many of the communities, the English will lose as much as the Scottish will, the insularity that nationalism brings creates dead inward looking cultures. Great Britain would be the same with any break away from Europe, I would (probably quite unfashionably) like to see a much greater political, cultural and economic integration with the rest of Europe. I voted for GB to join what was then the Common Market, against the stance of many in the political party I support. I felt even then as a 20 year old that we needed greater co-operation, closer ties as much as anything to stop any repetition of the madness of the first half of the twentieth century and even more so to combine what is best about the rest of Europe with what is best about GB. For all the mistakes which have come from greed and selfishness, that is still important, more important in fact.

In many ways a much more sensible break up of GB would be the forming of a middle country, starting just north of Glasgow and Edinburgh and ending around Birmingham. Cities like Swansea, Stoke-on-Trent and Dundee have much more in common with each other than they do with the mega city around London; the false Scottish border created by the Romans cuts through a very similar rural life of the south of Scotland and the north of England. These sort of districts with similar needs could be created by a regionalisation of a stronger united Europe. We can see this in many other countries, just go to Nordrhein-Westfalen and Bavaria, to see an equally similar contrast. So what does St.George’s Day mean to me, well nothing actually. I am English by birth and nature, but I’m not a patriotic or nationalistic Englishman, there are a myriad good and exciting things about England and its part in Great Britain, but equally, there are as many bad things, like any other country or nation. We should quite rightly celebrate the great things like the writing of Shakespeare, the paintings of Ben Nicholson, the unbelievable influence of popular music, sewerage systems, trains, inventions, novels and all that makes up what is a part of a greater whole. So if you want to celebrate England, flush your toilet rather than go out in some stupid crusader outfit, our town planning did a lot more for the World!

Today’s photograph is one I took last year in Brighton.

Furlong Road Part 2


Continuing down Furlong Road in my Streets Project. Crossing the road is Tunstall Greenway, this is a footpath created from the former railway line which spurred off the Loop Line (a railway line which formerly joined most of the ‘towns’ of Stoke-on-Trent). This line ran up to a couple of factories and a marl hole, today it makes a pleasant walk through trees and overlooks back yards. Nature has taken over but human intervention is there in the built up embankments, and some bridges. There is also a newish pub with a very old name, The Talisman, I wonder if there was a much older pub on this site?












Walking through the backs today, Easter Day, so people have been busy dumping stuff. There are some rather ‘elegant’ chairs and round table in that strange orangy coloured varnish, made of wood with dark pink covers. The table top is about 20 yards up the alley its base broken up near the chairs, once someone’s pride and joy. Just behind me as I photographed the chairs I saw the rather humanoid discarded ironing board, its cover flapping in the cool breeze like long bleached hair, perhaps the ghost of the chair’s owner…


Strawberry 2014


Through 2013 I put on this blog photographs of a strawberry plant which had attached itself to the wall of my ‘garden’. I quite expected it to die off over the winter, but far from it and this photograph from yesterday shows it flourishing! What it lives off I haven’t a clue. The wall is not in a great state of repair so water is probably seeping through the brickwork. If I tried to grow this on the dust that makes up my ‘garden’ it would die in a few days. We had one of the mildest winters I can remember, probably only 5-6 days of frost if that, almost no snow, plenty of rain. So like last year I will follow this plants’ progress and hopefully later in the year eat a few super sweet wild strawberries.